Judy was a huge part of my life growing up. I was basically raised by my aunts and grandparents. On a farm. In Indiana. Just like something Judy would sing about. There was always the possibility of putting that show up in the barn. I understood that. That was the fantasy world I was born in. The farm was my set. The gravel pit, my sound stage. The grain elevator? My backlot. When I was 5 or 6 the Carnegie Hall album had just come out. The basement rec room became the stage for the entire extravaganza that would become my hallmark for all things to come. Judy LIVE was more than this little budding queen could bare. It would take every single bit of talent I had to go Full Judy, but I was more than up for the task. And by seven, I was nailing it. The family was scared. Horrified, actually. They loved Judy, but it was unsettling to see her come out of, well, me. By the time I got to the first few bars of Chicago, they were headed for the hills. And in Indiana, that's pretty far way to go.
*click on the title for Judy singing "As Long As He Needs Me"
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