20 Gifts To Make American-Made Great Again This Christmas
May your Christmas be merry and bright, and may you find American-made gifts under your tree!
My 9-year-old went as Ken for Halloween this year. The original plan was to go with the movie's Sly Stallone-inspired look, but instead of a white fur coat, the Goodwill gods delivered up a perfectly sized acid-washed jean jacket. So the (sleeveless) Canadian tuxedo it was. Add to that his blond hair and the Himes six-pack (nature's compensation for shortchanging us on height) and the kid was a mini Ryan Gosling.
"All the Kens in that movie had a pull-up content and Gosling won," I told him. That piqued his interest. He's very competitive and runs with a particularly sporty crowd of fourth-grade boys; everyone knows exactly where they rank according to various athletic metrics.
"How many?"
I didn't know, so I guessed. "Fifty-two." He nodded just enough to convey respect without admitting that he was impressed. "I'll install a pull-up bar," I said.
Thing is, my son could beat Gosling in a pull-up contest, if he set his mind to it. I could beat him, and I recently earned a free AARP prescription and a some intimate photos of the inside of my colon. And I bet you could beat him too. Of course, you shouldn't take any exercise advice from me that you wouldn't take from a qualified medical professional, but my point still stands. Pull-ups are wonderfully egalitarian that way.
Just ask David Goggins. Back in May he did what he thought was a new world record of 7,801 pull-ups in 24 hours. As he was submitting the evidence to Guinness, he found out another guy had just done 8,008. That record stood for a whole five months, until an Australian policeman named Gary Lloyd hit 8,600. Quoth Goggins, "There is always some motherf**ker out there working harder than you hunting your ass."
Get your form in order first. None of that CrossFit kipping like Mark Wahlberg did when he said he could do more pull-ups than Dwayne Johnson. You want explosive on the way up and slow and controlled on the way down. Don't use momentum; use your back muscles. Keep your core engaged the whole time. Use an overhand grip, slightly wider than shoulder width, knuckles up so your wrists and not your fingers do the work. Hit the bar with your sternum to encourage proper form, and use your full range of motion. More detailed information on form here and here.
You don't need an in-house pull-up bar, but I spend much of the work day hunched over my computer about 15 steps from my bed, so I like the idea of banging out a set every couple of paragraphs. The bar I bought is a Rogue Jammer pull-up bar in red knurled Cerakote. Pricey, but Rogue is arguably best in class when it comes to made-in-the-USA fitness products, and we're talking about potentially tens of thousands of future reps here. Besides, those cheap ones you wedge in the doorframe never seem to fit my doors. Titan Fitness and Fringe Sport also offer American-made wall-mounted bars that come highly recommended, while FitBar makes the best doorway pull-up bar I've seen.
Women should pay heed as well. Forget leaning in — what about pulling up? Yes, your relatively weak upper body strength can make it seem impossible, but you haven't met Angela Gargano yet. If you can hang, she can get you to your first pull-up and beyond.
The book of Acts recounts a particularly tumultuous mission trip Paul and Silas took to the Roman colony Philippi. Arrested for disturbing the peace, they were severely beaten, shackled, and thrown in prison. At midnight, as they sang hymns, an earthquake opened the jail and loosened their bonds. Instead of escaping, Paul and Silas converted their jailer.
Some 18 centuries later, an itinerant preacher named Washington Phillips recorded his song “Paul and Silas in Prison" for a Columbia Records field agent in a makeshift Dallas studio. While it caused no earthquake, his haunting and delicate performance seems to reverberate like an aftershock in those who hear it.
What makes Phillips' recording so powerful is his conviction. Like Paul and Silas, he sang to praise God, obeying a command that appears almost 50 times in the Bible. It's a potent reminder that music is more than just a commodity, today made cheap and plentiful by technology. It's our birthright as men and one of the most intimate expressions of the human soul. As such, it is far too vital a part of who we are to cede it entirely to the professionals.
You don't need to languish in prison to experience the benefits of a making your own music. Knowing a few songs by heart can enliven any number of tedious situations, such as waiting at the DMV or hauling a sail on a Merchant Marine clipper ship. And anyone can learn to sing, despite what you may have heard. Add a guitar and you've got yourself a party. We've seen modestly skilled players turn a room of sedate wine-sipping moms into a raucous Guns N' Roses tribute act.
Guitars are just nice to have around, and America still manufactures some good ones. Family-owned and -operated for six generations, C.F. Martin and Co. have been making their exquisitely crafted instruments in Nazareth, Pennsylvania, since 1833. A Martin guitar doesn't come cheap, but its sound is inimitable and it will last several lifetimes.
Gibson is another storied guitar-maker that has kept production in the USA. After an ill-fated expansion into consumer electronics drove it into bankruptcy in 2018, Gibson returned to its roots. It makes electric guitars, including the iconic Les Paul, in Nashville, and acoustics in Bozeman, Montana.
Those looking for something more affordable than the offerings of these two American legends might investigate CMG guitars of Statesboro, Georgia, founded by accomplished local musician Chris Mitchell. What started as a small guitar teaching studio in 1999 has evolved into a 7,500-square-foot factory making both guitars and amplifiers.
While American guitar manufacturing isn’t as robust as it used to be, affordable acoustics from once popular brands like Stella, Kay, and Harmony abound on the vintage market. Some have survived the years more or less intact, passed from player to player; others are found in garages and barns and restored by enterprising craftsmen like Vermont-based Steve Chipman. His online shop, VintageParlorGuitars.com, offers an array of handsome, highly playable instruments for under $1,000.
The preferred course of study for the aspiring axman remains an apprenticeship plunking out pentatonic scales for an aging metalhead in the musty back room of the local music shop. That said, we would be remiss if we didn't mention the educational opportunities available online. For example, JustinGuitar is an exhaustive and extremely well-organized site and offers much of its content for free (although donations are encouraged).
The internet can also improve your understanding of music. Rick Beato is a veteran multi-instrumentalist, session musician, producer, engineer, and educator who started a YouTube channel on a whim in 2017. Now his videos on ear training, music theory, audio engineering, and other topics get millions of views. Particularly popular is his series “What Makes This Song Great?” in which he breaks down the appeal of pop hits like 1978 Cars classic “Just What I Needed.”