I held the microphone from a Fisher-Price tape recorder in one hand and shooed away my little brother with the other. It was his turn to sing with our “DTV” cartoon sing-a-long VHS, but since I was older I got to sing the next two songs. It seemed fair. From the middle of the living room, Mom pressed REC on the camcorder and I sang my little heart out. With my back to the TV, I didn’t need to follow the bouncing ball because I already knew all the…