You know, few things make me feel more uncomfortable and silly then singing. Not singing in a group, of course, but singing by my myself. I don’t know why that is. Call it the vulnerability of song.
Maybe it’s because when I was an intern at Madison Square Garden several televisions were always on and any time the Foxwoods Casino and Resorts jingle hit the airwaves I had to sing along while all my supervisors stopped to listen. “The wonder of it all…” Today, rather than rhapsodizing about hot dogs, I’m going to attempt to use this space to get over my irrational fear. Here goes nothing!
Lucky you get to listen!19.