Step It Up And Go

An extra challenge this week, courtesy of the Ukulele Underground forum, is a song with furniture in it. So, featuring a table, some doors, and a blind, this one from Blind Boy Fuller and many others.

3rd Dead Cat

Chuck Brodsky is a songwriter I only found last year, and I am glad I did. His songs tell stories. OK, this one is a bit quirky, but it definitely takes you on a journey.

Singing The Blues

This campsite allows you twenty minutes of free WiFi each day. Just enough to upload a one and a half minute song from the 50s. My mobile data allowance can survive for another day.

There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis

A big Thank You to Matt at Uke Magazine, for the mention in the latest edition. Don't forget, uke players, if you click on the Donation button, make a donation, however small, and include your email address, you can download the words & chords for all 365 songs at the end of the year.

Hushabye Mountain

Another chance to record outdoors, and this time just the birds and a clanging gate in the background, not quite drowning out one of the reasons I like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang so much.

Simon Smith and his Amazing Dancing Bear

I tried to record this outside, but a combination of sudden breezes, and a barking dog (my own), meant I retreated to the passenger seat.

Hobo's Lullaby

Had to do something quiet so as not to disturb the people in the caravan next door, first thing in the morning. So, a lullaby.

Travelin' Light

So, here we are, on a campsite somewhere near Gloucester. This song took about 2 minutes to record, and then 90 to upload, using the free WiFi of the pub next door. This showbusiness lark is tough...

The Panic Is On

I'm not sure if much is known about Hezekiah Jenkins, apart from the handful of 78s he recorded back in the 1930s. This is one I first heard in a long-lost pub in York, about thirty years ago. Happy days...

New York Girls

Another traditional song today, or at least, one which has changed and grown as it has been passed from singer to singer. I make no apologies for borrowing the Bellowhead version, probably word for word. If, like me, you are puzzled by the "Away Santy, my dear Annie" line, it is likely that it was borrowed from a sea shanty, Santiana, which in turn was referring to a Mexican general, Santa Ana. So now you know.