Sing your favorite song at the top of your lungs.

“I took the car out for the first time in weeks and found myself enjoying a tremendous sing-a-long to random Spotify tracks as I cruised the North Circular in my Nissan wherever that river goes, that’s where I want to be Qashqai. And I have to say it felt very good indeed. Liberating. Now, the songs I sang – and I mean really sang – lent themselves not only to my unappreciated voice but also the instruments I had to hand: the steering wheel for beating out those drum fills or providing a keyboard to delicately finger my way through tinkly interludes, while all guitar breaks were sung with appropriate emoting sounds to recreate the wrenching of the artiste’s soul out from the fretboard.”

“My senior year of high school I found billy Joel. I got all my friends in theatre and outside to love the song For the Longest Time. Whenever it cae on we would sing it at the top of our lungs. At guys nights we would put it on and be drunk dudes singing so passionately. We would sing it to celebrate. I even managed to get it to play at a school dance and everyone in the room sang it. God that song will have a special place in my heart.”

“One of my favorite memories actually involves my ex. He and I and my sister were on a few hour trip and as we are riding down the road my sissy and I start belting out Paradise. It isn’t even the song playing on the radio!! The ex wanted to open the door and push us both out of the truck to make his ears stop bleeding.”