I have a secret skill: singing really badly. Seriously.
And by badly, I mean excruciatingly badly.
Ask my brother. When I wanted to torture him growing up, I would sing ‘New York, New York’ as loudly and as off-key as humanly possible. (Try it! It really lends itself to full-throated terrible singing.)
Singing well is a great joy, of course. It’s probably my greatest joy, maybe my greatest gift to give to others, and I practice every day to hone that skill… but there’s something incredibly freeing about singing truly, utterly horribly, with total abandon.
Make a joyful noise! That makes other people cringe! Amen! : )
So naturally I love this Randy Glassbergen cartoon:
