Anyone who really knows me knows that I love field recordings of amateur musicians singing traditional songs from memory. It only recently occurred to me that I could be making these myself. The oral folk song tradition seems broken but it isn’t as broken as what I thought it was. It is persistent and it pops up where you do not expect. The following is my four year old daughter singing songs, the melodies she learned from her “Apple toy” and the words from her mother, me and YouTube. And though she never remembers the murder ballads and outlaw songs I sing for her, the songs from the apple stuck.