I was always the child who would go hang off a balcony kicking her legs proudly in the air after someone said ”I bet you wouldn’t!” I guess nothing changed since I was five. I realized it was too late to regret and I'd better get to work after bragging to everyone how I'm gonna learn how to play the banjo in a month for my coming solo show. That was before I tried to lift the damn heavy thing..
My dad is Papa Bluegrass of Finland. Most of the finnish bluegrass musicians used to come to our house and take lessons when they were 16. He would drag them to play at gigs or record without warning. This is why, Wasel Arar once one of them, wasn't surprised when I called him and said: "It's payback time". "My opening is in four weeks but for some reason all I wanna do is play the banjo. And I don't know how to play any instrument". I asked him to teach me what my dad taught him. "Hell yeah!" He said. "God you're crazy" I answered. We started the next day. I wanted to document myself do Heta's Song, a tune my dad wrote for me when I was four as a me-mysefl-and-I-onemanbandmultiprojectioninstallation playing the banjo, the bass, singing and perhaps adding a mandolin solo!
I don't know of anyone else who start crying immediately when hearing the banjo. I love the sound of it and admire them who can play. What's left of my dad after his death over ten years ago is a graveyard of instruments. All this time they have just been waiting for someone to bring them back to life.
But all this is not easy as A, B, C.. I'm regretting big time putting myself in this situation once again.. It was MY IDEA to challenge myself and step outside my comfort zone. Well, here I am: sure not feeling comfortable at the moment.. A week to go before the opening and I suck big time. I desperately keep telling Wasku how "it went so well at home.." and he continues encouraging me despite my continuous failure. When I sing about the little fox who went for a walk and bumped into a big fat mole who warned him by saying: “The sky’s a falling and we better hurry up or the both of us are dead!” Wasku compliments my nasal voice. From what I hear I just haven't realized I was born to sing bluegrass!