If you want to sing out, sing out

Growing up, I've always been a fan of musicals. Driving from Cleveland to New York, we'd listen to Fiddler on the Roof, Evita, Phantom of the Opera and Disney songs on repeat (that's 8 hours of musicals minus the times around cities where my dad would sometimes switch to sports talk radio overriding many groans). Minimal masculine influences aside (and he too is a great fan), there's not a whole lot that feels better than singing louder than you should to the songs that make you feel good. Whether it's my dad singing "I am woman hear me roar" (sorry waiters of the world), my sisters singing "ease on down the road" down the driveways of our childhood, bar/house party with a big group of friends with "John at the Bar" and "Paul the real estate novelist", or more recently me, a guitar, and hurty fingers hanging out in my room, it's always the right time to let everyone know that the music is in you. Now if only I had any talent.... karaoke here I come!