The last artist I heard was Max Steele, whose intimate, yearning, material made me feel like I'd known him for years, even though I've never met him. After a couple of ukulele - driven songs he announced " as you you have probably guessed, I don't play the ukulele" though his skills seemed fine to me. Max has an appealing, naive, stage persona, and a genuine talent as a songwriter.
6/12/08
GENUINE
Dan found this review of a show I did a while ago at Sidewalk Cafe on the ukulele. It brightens my day, so in the interest of narcissism and the never-ending quest to prove that i'm a "real" artist, I share it:
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