Hello, Lizzy, Or, Why I Sing What I Do

I had an acting teacher once who said that musicals are the product of characters feeling something so deeply that the only way to express feelings of the characters is for them sing about it.

I am of the opinion that, if "you can't do, teach," well: If you can't live, act.

I have an entirely difficult time living, and so I act.

There are sometimes, in my acting, though in the real world, that I cannot express something except through song. Others songs, and sometimes songs I make up to express my deep, longing, lust for life. (Is it, really, if I am only acting? This is a subject for another blog post, promise.)

And so, I don't feel bad, playing a sappy song when my friends come over.
I don't regret singing at karaoke songs that are cheesy, or overplayed, or awkward.
Kimya Dawson or the Moldy Peaches, Ani DiFranco, mewithoutYou, The Magnetic Fields, Belle and Sebastian, The Velvet Underground, Hello Saferide, Vampire Weekend, The Pixies, The Decemberists, Tori Amos, Sufjan Stevens, Five Iron Frenzy or Yo La Tengo...
No, no I don't.

Cheers to the soundtrack of your life, and of mine.