I sing for myself. I always have. To my cats. For Aunt May who died many years ago but whose songs live on in me. But I have a terrible time singing in front of people. In the movie "Yankee Doodle Dandy" George M Cohan tells his wife that she has "a nice little voice". That's how I feel about mine. Usually on key - a nice little voice but never meant to fill a room. I sang for people for the first time on Mudcat's Hearme. And have a few times since. My head is full of lyrics. I used to fill up an eight hour drive with one song after another and still have five or six more ready. I sing for my son who at 26 still begs for "The Golden Vanity", his absolute favorite. When I stop singing I will die.