Hi, my name is Will and this is all my fault. I am Fistshake. Fistshake is me. I write songs to annoy my family and keep myself off the pole and out of juvie.
If you’re looking for an origin story: I was (and am) a floppy, corporate sad sack of a fellow who, on Christmas Day in 2021, having displayed absolutely zero musical inclination or ability for the first 40 or so years of my existence, picked up the toy ukulele my kid received as a gift and plucked out a few notes. Didn’t even stretch first. That’s the kind of rock and roll rebel we’re dealing with here, folks.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the kid passed the paternity test and displayed zero musical inclination or ability so, a few hours later, our hero looked up how to play a few simple chords while sitting on the toilet. Mere moments later (okay, probably like 20 minutes), I emerged and proceeded to amaze my wife and daughter with the first few bars of Jingle Bell Rock played expertly. They’re still talking about it. Seriously. No, seriously. Shut up.
Anyway, knowing they were in the presence of greatness, neither wife nor daughter discouraged the quest and just a few weeks later, a real ukulele arrived at the door and kid reclaimed her toy. (It has not been touched since.) Then another real ukulele followed in February. Then another one in July. Then another one in September. Then, in May 2023, a guitar, an audio interface and a microphone. Then, in September 2023, another guitar… and so on.
And now this is how we live: