I Used To Have One Of Those

by @jtsteam

Liner Notes

If you're over the age of about, say, 35, you may have had the experience of going into a museum and seeing shelves with stuff you played with or used as a kid, or even older. This happened to me for the umpteenth time a couple of weeks ago, so here's a bit of #ukuele #folk about it.

I'm not exactly old myself, but this week I have been prescribed with varifocals for the first time so with that and the museum visit I'm feeling a little bit like sending my measurements off to the undertaker. Not before I've played my ukuleles a lot more though. #fuc

(Aside: apologies for the slightly dodgy recording, I had the gain turned up a touch too much on the uke, but I need to get on with stuff, so it is what it is.)

Lyrics

We went to the museum last week
To learn of olden times
To see how people used to be
And feed our hungry minds

We learned about the Kings and Queens
The battles lost and won
We saw the tools our ancestors used
And how they had their fun

Then we entered another gallery
And that's when I froze
I looked at the shelf, exclaimed to myself
I used to have one of those!

You know you're from another age
When it's your own memories on display
It's maybe time to accept that
I've become an artefact

There were relics from our colonial past
And trinkets we stole from overseas
There were info screens by the steam-powered machines
That you had to see to believe

But before we got to the gift shop
I realised that I must be getting old
When I looked on a shelf and exclaimed to myself
I used to have one of those!

You know you're from another age
When it's your own memories on display
It's maybe time to accept that
I've become an artefact

There's a BBC B, a Speak and Spell,
A rotary dial phone
I'm hiding from the curators
Before they make this my home

You know you're from another age
When it's your own memories on display
It's maybe time to accept that
I've become an artefact
I've become an artefact



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Wonderful uke/vocal interplay! (I struggle with recording my uke - my issues are you can hear me breathing and the squeak of my fingers on the fretboard.)
I'm well above that certain age, so I sure know what you mean. Nifty chord changes, strumming, and picking.

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@janeg

Guess I am way older than you because I have had that feeling for a LONG time. Never expressed it so well though. You made me smile with the line about hiding from the curators!

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Ha, wait to you get to my age! Nicely told and played, good changes of pace.

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Oh how I can relate to this lyric. The uke and melody is perfect. I went through the first cycle where I felt the need to recollect some of the similar things. Then I sold some and gave most away, again. All I have left of that are the musical things I use like the Silvertone acoustic guitar similar to what I had as a kid. Loving this nostalgia trip.

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Ha, ha. Yeah, this song resonates with me. Especially as I work with people who are mostly at least 20 years younger than me

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I'm there, too. 😭 Thanks for this. It is unexpectedly thoughtful.

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I'm an artefact too! This is delightful and a great idea for a song!