Archive for July, 2019

I’ll never forget the time, on some sleepy, long-forgotten mid-90s afternoon, when my older sister explained to me why she took special care to rotate the order of her hot hair rollers.

She didn’t use all of them, you see, and to just sloppily return them to their case would mean using the same ones over, and over, and over and over again.

But it wasn’t the wear-and-tear that concerned her. No, she explained that she wanted to make sure the individual rollers didn’t get jealous of each other.

It’s weird, but I get it.

I own 3 ukuleles (currently) not counting my wife’s Kamoa concert and my stepson’s Lanikai soprano which also reside in our home. But the one I play the most often is my Cordoba tenor, which recently started coming apart behind the neck.

I took it to the ukulele doctor (hat tip to Acoustic Music in SLC) and they clamped it and glued it and got it straightened out. But despite their excellent work, it’s still likely that my uke is on its last legs.

And that’s sad. And it reminded me that I haven’t been playing as much lately as I used to, and that I should while I still can. But the song I had been putting off recording is a finger-picking song, and that means I’d use my Kamoa coconut soprano because of its Low-G base string.

So there I was, feeling torn over whether it was OK to honor my dying Tenor by playing one of my Sopranos, when I remembered my sister’s hair rollers, laughed at myself a little, and got to work.

Now, it’s been quite some time since I recorded a song and longer still since I recorded by myself. I had a momentary panic when I couldn’t remember where all my gear was, before remembering some of it is tucked away behind the board games under our staircase in this awesome découpage box that my friend Emily made for me in college.

It was buried under a pile of playing cards and covered in dust and removing it from under the stairs felt like that scene in John Wick when he unearths his hidden cache of gold coins and weapons.

I mean c’mon, look at all the dust on this mic stand!

So here’s the new video. I’m barely dressed and my hair is disheveled and I’m sweaty because I had to turn off the air conditioners to cut down on white noise and because I worried that every delay pushed me one step closer to giving up and going back to watching television.

“Hang Me, Oh Hang Me” is an old folk song, which means there’s hundreds of different versions out there in the world. My take is inspired by the Oscar Isaac version from “Inside Llewyn Davis” — you’re shocked, I’m sure — and I’m using a standard Travis pick on C, F and Am with a little flourish from G# to G to end each verse.

I think it turned out OK. And as always, should you care to download a copy you can do so for free over at my bandcamp page.

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