I can’t exactly remember the first time I heard someone singing. It would have had to been while I was watching TV at two or three, and though I may have liked the sound, I didn’t quite register what it was.
A few years later, I heard Judy Garland sing in The Wizard of Oz, which appeared on TV every Thanksgiving (or something like that.) Watching and hearing Garland was like a thunderclap that lifted me over the rooftops of my neighborhood and brought me to a place I’d never imagined. For the first time in my life, I could hear the emotional tenor of someone’s thoughts and experiences — and even the most frightening moments were better, somehow, for being sung.
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