there are times when this, below, is really the extent of the musical ability that I can coax from myself. I love music. who doesn't love music? actually, me, I hate music, it gives me too many feels. but seriously. (I have a hard time being serious sometimes whew.)
I started playing piano when I was 5, so you'd think that playing for thirteen years now would make me a musical genius, but alas, I still struggle pathetically through my sheet music and have difficulties being friends with people more musically talented than I. somewhere along in my early teens, I decided it would be a fantastic idea to play the flute, because Cassie wouldn't teach me to play guitar (she was selfish and liked being the only one in the family who knew how). I stink at flute. then along came Grant's cute little ukulele, and I figured it would be my replacement to the guitar that no one ever taught me to play. so Grant showed me a few chords and I looked up a few more, and lo and behold, my talent.
"talent." heh heh. when I say that this is sometimes the extent of musical ability I can produce, it's because it's pretty much the only song on uke that I remember how to play. this song is...well let's face it, the title is deceiving and it's pretty depressing all around. but it's also very dear to me and has been for a long time. I can still remember my mom singing it constantly whenever she needed to comfort her kiddos. (my mom watching this video: "those are the actual words? this is depressing. I don't like this song anymore.") I sang it at an open mic a couple months ago, and it reminds me of happy things.
so. voila. I know there are flaws, vocally and lyrically as well as...chord-ly? (let's all laugh at me messing up that chord right at the end.) but the house was quiet and this song is close to my heart. enjoy.