Every now and then someone asks me if I really play the uke. Yeah, I do. I’m not very good but I love to play. No, I mean I REALLY love to play. And the uke has been a big help with my stage fright issues. Occasionally, just to prove that I play and that …
Not on my list of things to accomplish? Drink cheap beer back stage at a divey bar and then, play in a “band” on stage at said bar. Nonetheless, if that’s not on your to-do list for this lifetime, I highly recommend you add it, pronto. If you’re in a city famous for music — …
Last week, two different people from two very different places asked me about starter ukes. I tell everyone the same thing: Get a Flea, I love mine, it’s portable, made of plastic (mostly) and fits in the overhead compartment on the plane, plus, it’s sturdy as all get out and does okay if you leave …
Left to right in this imperfect yet perfect photo are: Carel N: Founder, director and agent Pat K: Reluctant drummer, court jester Pam M: Stage frightened vocalist, mad strummer That’s not the entire crew, there are four more: Gregg P: Actual musician and bass player Rod H: Cheerful guy who knows how to sing on …
…even ukulele players. Hey, I never said I had skill or talent, only that I did, indeed, play the uke. This mangled version, mistakes and all, is based roughly on this one from Chordie. You should record yourself playing it and show me how it ought to be done. Happy Sunday.
We’ve been watching stuff get made, lately. We are a regular, uh, what’s that show called where you get to watch stuff get made? I can’t remember, but we’re like them. We visited an olive oil press and a coffee roaster in Oregon and today, we went to the birthplace of the KoAloha Ukulele. The …