Low - Sunshine
The last time I effectively played an instrument I was in second grade. My dad was teaching me how to play the banjo when Bluegrass was a dying genre with most of the older members of my family defiantly in love with it. This was before O Brother Where Art Thou was even a script, I’m sure. One of the first songs he taught me how to play was You are My Sunshine.
There is one time I distinctly remember a phone call to my Aunt involving me singing and playing this song into the receiver while sitting uncertain on my parents bed, not knowing if the phone would pick up the banjo weighing down my thighs. Here is where my memory lapses: In one frame I am singing the first verse, and then nothing, the next thing I know it’s my Dad with the phone in his hand relaying her surprise and elation re: my recent performance. I doubt that they had me sing the whole thing. It’s a pretty morbid affair, and I mean at the time I was like seven or something.
The first time I heard this cover I remember wondering how it could fill out a legitimate three-minute song length. Scott Tennent used to keep a blog called Do You Compute which acted as an indie-rock history lesson with a very personal slant. I first heard this cover from his post about it. If you have enough time to listen to this song once more you have time to read that post, and you should do that. The font is large and the page has lots of whitespace. You won’t regret it.