In which I cover Vampire Weekend’s “Step” and don’t do it justice.
In which I am awkward and sing and play ukulele.
“Promise,” a song I wrote for my parents but never played for them.
I made up another song, and this time I didn’t awkwardly babble before singing. Progress! I wasn’t sure what to call it so its working title is “You Make Me.”
Rich, I win.
The funniest thing I’ve seen all day (but I haven’t even been awake for two hours so maybe that’s not a great measure of it’s comedic value).
Hey, it’s me! And I’m talking and singing and playing ukulele and, oh God, I’m so awkward. It’s a song I wrote last night called “Hoping It’s At Me.” Don’t mind the Publix uniform. You know you’re all jealous.
Rich, this is for you. The audio and video are not together, and I don’t know how to fix it or care enough to do research.
In the parts where I fumble the chords or forget the words, remember that you love me and are obligated to tell me you like it anyway.