Four stringed salvation
I’m keenly aware of my own talents as a musician. I don’t always sing on key, I can’t always perform without a cheat sheet, and I get stage jitters. This isn’t false modestly, I’ve heard myself recorded without post processing. I’m an okay musician. I have decent timing, I can deal with complicated chord progressions …
I know that Friday nights are hard, I know it as well as anyone. I have some friends that I used to go out with on Friday nights — they said the trick was to just go for it, to haul yourself into the shower, change your clothes, and head out because after an hour …
Long before I had an electric ukulele and a band and a second album off at the CD manufacturer, before I had any of the stuff, I would find a quiet place — wherever I was in the world — and learn how to play singer songwriter tunes that just seemed to work on the …
I want to yell at you about social media. I want to say things like, “Have you played your ukulele with an astronaut? No? Well, shut up then.” That’s not very polite, is it, and there’s no reason for you to listen to me if I talk to you like that, none at all. But …
They fix the camera angle so don’t fret — that clipped angle at the beginning is fine a few minutes in — be patient. And here is my interview, the whole thing, with what one audience member calls the “Best Astronaut Ever.” It’s long, but it’s Chris Hadfield, so it — forgive me — flies …