One of my friends on Facebook posted this link today - but it's nothing that I didn't already know:
http://elitedaily.com/life/culture/sing-in-car-happier-healthier-live-longer/1089113/
I can't remember not singing in the car - it's almost an autonomic system for me. Close door, turn key, open mouth... Part of it I can blame on my mother. When you're the only child of a working, single mother in the 60s and 70s, you spend a lot of time in the car with her. It seemed like we were always heading somewhere, and we didn't have the luxury of Sirius or XM (heck, we didn't have an 8-track until I was 14 or so - and then the only tape my mom had was Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez. That was a hell trip from northern Oregon down to southern Utah.)
So, we'd sing. Anything and everything - if the radio happened to be working, great, if not, we'd improvise. Fortunately, I have a weird memory, filled with song lyrics - the part of my brain that should be devoted to nuclear physics or curing cancer has all the words to Crocodile Rock or Leaving on a Jet Plane in it. And we wouldn't sing quietly - we'd belt it out, not always in the same key, but always confidently.
In fact, that's one of the ways I knew Roger was the one for me - driving down the highway with mom, and I realized we were all singing along to Willie Nelson. 3 different keys, but all the same lyrics. And the way I know that I'm the one for him is that he puts up with my singing, even when he really would rather just listen to the actual artist. That's true love.
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