Uploaded November 2018 | Updated September 2026, 5 days ago
So here I am again on a Saturday morning before my shift starts, recording from deep beneath the surface of the earth.
My ukulele is a home-made deal, from a DIY kit I was given by a friend a few years ago. It's pretty rough, but it sounds okay. I keep it in my office in case of emergencies.
I can't sing anything in the original key, so I transposed the chords. Don't look at my fingers because I am tuned to 100 years ago.
So here I am again on a Saturday morning before my shift starts, recording from deep beneath the surface of the earth.
My ukulele is a home-made deal, from a DIY kit I was given by a friend a few years ago. It's pretty rough, but it sounds okay. I keep it in my office in case of emergencies.
I can't sing anything in the original key, so I transposed the chords. Don't look at my fingers because I am tuned to 100 years ago.
