#singinginpublic

[iloveyouainttheworst]

When you're in public playing a piano at a trainstation and all you remember is that one Taylor Swift song ! I remember it 'all too well'... @taylorswift 😊❤️🎶

[manju4aug]

1955 - 2020 HIT SONGS ( MASHUP BY SHAURYA KAPOOR ) | 2020 Hit Songs Hindi Watch video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYQMeLMK0PU?sub_confirmation=1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYQMeLMK0PU Don't Forget forLike and #Subscribe the video

[de-advid-one]

Live from Grand Central lifting every voice at singing #singing #livesinger #micinhand #singinginpublic (at Grand Central Terminal) https://www.instagram.com/p/B68zGWkl4CC/?igshid=yho7fdvd8bth

[rachel6633]

Singing in publicのビデオシリーズかなのツボすぎる😂😂😂久しぶりにこんなに笑ったほんとに😂💗ご飯食べながら見てたから吹き出しそうなったし危うく誤嚥も起こしそうなって苦しかったよね。笑笑 このシリーズ好きすぎる🤣 #singinginpublic #qpark #justinbieber 個人的にRockstarとNew rulesもおススメ☝️❣️

[insummersworld]

#Repost @that_darling_dame ・・・ 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 #singing #singinginpublic #fridaymorninglaughs #singalong

[the-lucifer-goblin]

I'm dead😥👏

Strobelite is playing in the store I'm in, I couldn't help sing it,now everyone's starring.

[fatfeistyandfashionable]

Today in: "How am I still single when I have so much to offer?!?" Rooftop observations and spontaneous singing. Now with bonus under eye baggage because sleep is for the weak. #singing #singinginpublic #sortof #soundofmusic #parkinggaragehijinks #iamadelight (at Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino)

[josiesobergirl2016-blog]

Day 47

Watched CBS Good Morning earlier. A famous chef talked about discovering a drawing she made when she was 5 years old of herself wearing a chef’s hat and apron. I can remember being about that age and announcing that I wanted to be a singer.

“I think your ankles are too thick,” my mother suggested helpfully. Out went that dream.

I lived in a small town that had an annual 4th of July musical. It got so I couldn’t even go, I was so deeply heartbroken. I didn’t consciously think about wanting to be a singer most of the time, but this bubbled up at times. My next dream was to be an archaeologist.

“Everything has been discovered,” Mother informed me. “You’ll have to be a deep sea diver. That’s all that’s left.” Those oxygen tanks looked heavy.

I met my former sponsor, Jenny A. when I was about 5 years sober. I was floundering, the way one does, without any drinks or any idea what the program is really about. Annie B. is a genius. I mean that in the most scientific way- the best definition I ever heard was this: The ability to draw a maximum number of conclusions from a minimum number of observations. She observed that I needed singing lessons.

Our financial situations were much different then. She was rich and I was poor. She bought me a semester of singing lessons. Naively, I showed up to my first one and discovered that at the end of the semester, I would sing at a recital.

Week one, “ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah… ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,” all to the roll and cascade of various keys.  I stayed within the boundaries as best I could. At the end of the lesson, she politely gave me some sheet music. “Try those,” she said, smiling tightly.

I screeched out the tunes over the next several weeks. Once she looked up and asked, “Do you know what a crescendo is?”

“Um, when you get louder?” I ventured.

Then something happened. Something “opened up”. I had a voice.  A soprano voice. After singing, “Somewhere,” from West Side Story for her, she looked up from the piano, astonished. “That was absolutely beautiful.”

At the recital, my first and last, I croaked through “As Long As He Needs Me,” and “Moon River.” One of those horrifying events where the throat closes up. A few sweet notes elbowed their way through, apparently. One woman said later that if I ever sing again, she wants to know. For an hour afterwards, the audience shared stories and howls of laughter at their catastrophic musical performances.

But I sang, thick ankles and all. (My high school nickname was “Legs” because I had, well, BEAUTIFUL FUCKING LEGS.)

Jenny A. also bought my children Christmas presents one year. I mean, she bought all of them. She reminded me of it this Christmas; she and her son few to Florida to spend the holiday with us. Jenny A. is not exactly poor, but divorced now and really has to manage her money. My circumstances are vastly improved by comparison.

My children Zack, Oliver and Blair were there. Candace, finishing her semester and working full time, couldn’t get away. The gifts under the tree were overflowing. Several from my kids to Jenny A. and her son. I believe this Christmas will go down in the annals as one of the best ever.

Later. We’re snuggled next to each other on the couch. I’m playing with the Tarot cards she gave me and she is staring at the sparkling city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Do you remember the year I bought your children presents?” she asked me. I said, of course I do.

“When I looked under your tree, I couldn’t believe all the gifts with my name on them,” she said.

She said more but really, that says it all. That’s how it works.

Josie M., 01/16/2016