Singing
I'm not a great singer, but I do like to vocalize and I was in the University Chorus one summer during college at Syracuse.
For instance, I always bellow our National Anthem (which I always end by exclaiming "Play Ball!"). I must admit, I admire and try to sing the Canadian National Anthem, Oh Canada, which is more inspirational and beautiful, but I don't know all the words.
I also love singing Happy Birthday (on the phone or in person) to friends and family, punctuated by long drawn out, breath testing, bursts.
That brings me to something I learned reading George Plimpton's book, Paper Lion, wherein rookie players were required to sing their college fight song at the first team meal.
Over the years, I appropriated this mild form of hazing and applied it to new attorneys at their first Friday Happy Hour at my law firm.
The most recent incarnation of this strain is to ask a writer at a Book Group or reading to sing at the end of the presentation to "close the show".
This past Sunday, accomplished author Adriana Trigiani was interviewed concerning her most recent novel, The View From Lake Como, at our local Bryant Library, by fellow author and humorist Alan Zweibel, and when my turn came to ask a question I made my request that she sing and Adriana did not disappoint, singing
I Wish I Were a Bar Of Soap, which her mother sang to her when she was a baby. Needless to say, the audience loved it!
Thank you Adriana for singing (and being such a good sport)!
PS: Showman that he is, Zweibel also sang the theme song of the Gary Shandling Show (which he wrote) :)
