I love it when my kids (in their twenties) sing with me. There are two occasions I remember most fondly. One was the Christmas afternoon that we spent singing Simon & Garfunkel songs. The second was one of my son's punk rock concerts, when I was 25 years older than anyone else there. At the concert, the crowd demanded that I get up and sing with my son. We sang "This Land Is Your Land," and the audience sang along. Those kids with their pierced tongues and navels and whatnot knew all the words.
-Joe Offer-