Welcome to kidhaney.com!
I'll be using this site as an outlet for personal projects, mostly in music, maybe in writing, and who knows what else.
Why Kid Haney?
"Kid Haney" was the boxing nickname of my great-great-grandfather on my mother's mother's mother's side. He was born on September 26, 1888--the same day as T.S. Eliot--and died on December 21, 1972--the winter solstice. (That's vaguely poetic, I suppose.) He grew up on Leithgow St., in the now über-hip revitalized neighborhood in Philadelphia called Northern Liberties.
I knew nothing about him--nor had I much considered the lives of those in the past who have made my life possible--until my mom started doing ancestry research and put together an epic family tree. It sparked my curiosity and deepened my understanding of how our lives are inextricably linked--the sheer number of human beings who have made each of our lives possible is almost unfathomable. The implications for how we affect the future are profound, and easily forgotten.
I decided to adopt the name partly as a tribute, partly because I think it's badass, and mostly because it's a personal reminder of my connection to both past and future.
Now the project in front of me: I've moved to Maine for the spring/summer with the sole focus of writing songs. What form they take and the quality of the production aesthetic are irrelevant to me. I'm going to write a song a day from scratch and put it out into the internet ether. It'll probably be rough (my first one definitely is), but I'm doing this mainly to force myself to do the work, ship a product out the door daily, and, by default, get better in the process. This is going to be painful for my ego; my tiny lizard brain would much prefer that I wait until I perfect a "masterpiece" and share something "guaranteed" to be lauded by all. But I've been playing that game for years, and I've been waiting and waiting, and I haven't been getting better at nearly the rate I think I'm capable of.
So I'm going to put out some crap for a while. Or maybe it won't be crap. I actually don't care either way.
The point is, I'm going to write some songs and see what happens.
The first song is called "Dear Oma." It's a tribute to an amazing woman and local Brooksville legend, the matriarch of the Tinder Hearth community, Barbara Larson. She had been dying from cancer for some time and ultimately passed away within hours of my arrival in Brooksville yesterday. I was immediately invited into her home to share in the celebration of her life with her family and friends. I can't even describe how awesome her family and community is. There was food and wine, and an impromptu concert and dance party just spontaneously happened in the living room. It was freaking epic.
About a week ago, I decided I was going to write a song a day while in Maine. Obviously I had no idea that I'd be writing a tribute to Oma, but I'm honored to be able to do so with my first song here.
Tuesday, May 6 to Friday, August 1 is 88 days. When I write a song a day, that will be 88 songs. In honor of my great-great-grandfather, George Hesser, who was born in 1888, that sounds like a pretty good number to me. I have no clue what they're going to be. I imagine it's not going to be easy, but maybe with practice I'll find my stride.
All I know is that each day I'm going to wake up and dedicate to the same mission: write a song today.
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