Ah, when she sings Meadowlark I just melt (sorry, not like that W show). What a great review, I wish I had been back in my old stompin' grounds in Chicago for the Ravinia concert. I'll bet she did a mean Ladies Who Lunch too. Which, by the way, and off topic, Lynn Redgrave BUTCHERED in the Kennedy Center production of Company.
I sing for myself. I sing when I want, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Do you understand that?