I don't really remember my folks singing to us, but they read to us.
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My grandmother sang, too, and she was really loud. It was this wild kind of singing. I count her among my influences.
In the olden days, everybody sang. You were expected to sing as well as talk. It was a mark of the cultured man to sing.
Singing was something I always did. I really don't remember a time when I wasn't singing, even as a little child.
I sang in the choir for years, even though my family belonged to another church.
I've always sung. My dad had a song in his heart and on his lips 24/7. A lot of the time, it was the same song and the same phrase over and over again.
I can't even remember the first time I started singing.
The story about me, apocryphal or not, is that I could sing before I spoke. My parents went into bedroom one day and there I was standing in the crib singing God Bless America.
I can't remember a time when I wasn't singing.
I don't remember ever not singing. My mother loved music, and she taught me songs, country music, spirituals. I would sing for people and pass the hat when I was 4.
I sang in choir as a kid.