I found the perfect storm, the perfect answer to my addictions, The Mecca of my Mirth, The Vatican of my Values, The Tabernacle of my Tendencies … ok, too much alliteration.
I love ukuleles. My fantasy is to grow old with my lovely bride, sitting on a rickety porch with a worn out uke, plucking out the stupidest, cutest, silliest renditions of melody/malady my wrinkled old fingers can pull out of a gnome-sized guitar. (g is silent, I did not alliterate!).
Two of my worlds have collided into one site (small stringed instruments & broadband): Midnight Ukulele Disco
#### oops - they are down for a remodel, but go back and visit later ####
Which reminds me … I need a new baritone Ukulele. My birthday is Nov. 20th.
Ever since the ‘incident’
I just bought a Uke for the Boyfriend. It's sooo purdy, though in need of a serious break in. I've mastered two chords and am on my way to being a MASTER! Well, maybe not a master.
ReplyDeletethat's the wonderful thing about the Uke ... it's very easy to learn.
ReplyDeleteyou only need to learn one more chord and you nearly play any song ever wrote .. nearly.
have fun.