Ukulele Week: Day Two
why uke?
Image stolen from Carol Lay
I have always wanted to be able to play some musical instrument.
In the past, I have tried unsuccessfully to learn to play: piano, harmonica, recorder, guitar (electric and acoustic), violin, pan flute, accordion, Jew's harp. I can sort-of play piano and read music, thanks to years of piano lessons, and that's about it. I thought I was going to be doomed to play nothing more complicated than the kazoo and the nose flute.
Then I found my uke at a garage sale. I still remember some of the surrounding events; I have a fairly good memory for junking. Pop and I were in the yuppie and retired section of Medford. At the time I was looking for a guitar in earnest, hoping I'd be able to master the six-stringed devil by using superior equipment. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that when people planning a garage sale mention the guitar they're selling in their ad, it usually means they'll want more than $20 for it.
Perhaps I should mention that I had a policy of never paying more than $20 for a musical instrument. This policy was both the result and, frequently, the cause of my musical dilettantism.
Anyway, first we went to a sale that had an RCA videodisc player and discs of Burt Reynolds movies. There I bought an 18" plaster Jesus 'n' Mary set and my own copy of How to Keep Your Volkswagen Alive, slightly soiled. Up the street was a guy Pop knew who owned many, many chalk figures. He and Pop talked about cartoon characters while I looked through his junk.
The ukulele was in a cardboard case with "Hawaii" stenciled on the side. I idly opened it, expecting a crappy tourist uke like the one I'd been hit over the head with in previous years. Inside lay a wonderful thing. This ukulele had a little "Made In Hawaii" decal on the head, true, but it had mother-of-pearl accents around the sides and the soundhole, curly Koa wood and no scratches or dents on it. It was everything the guitars I'd been looking at weren't.
I talked the guy down from $30 to $20.
For a few months I played the ukulele a little, badly. Pop had a few old songbooks, but I couldn't find much else in the way of ukulele guidance. For the longest time I thought I had a baritone uke, just because it was a little larger than I thought it ought to be and also that was the only Mel Bay book they had at the store. What it didn't say in the baritone uke book is that a baritone uke is 30" long, which is sort of a helpful identifier and something I'd put in the foreword, if I were writing the baritone uke book.
I also never thought to change the strings, which were really one guitar E string from the 1950s, or buy a tuner. (One thing that has really frustrated my stringed instrument attempts in those days is that I kept trying to tune them by ear. I have no ear. After a minute or so of plucking a string and playing a pitchpipe, they sound like they'll never be reconciled and I just want to start crying and put the instrument under the bed with the autoharp and the AUTOHARP TUNING TAPE SO YOU CAN TUNE ALL 500 AUTOHARP STRINGS, WHICH ALL SOUND IDENTICAL.)
Time passed. I went to college and acquired an accordion, on the theory that half of it was like a piano and also it was only $20. In the dorms, however, I was too embarrassed by my nonexistent accordion skills to actually practice it. What portable instrument did I have that could be played quietly?
Bingo! Ukulele! I bought a tuner and new strings and am now the ukulele playing machine you
I love this Talking Heads song - it makes me want more than ever to wear a color-coded jumpsuit, live in a dormitory and sing the company anthem in the morning. Let's Don't Worry About the Government! (2.8 MB)
Then again, we could always twist away those Gates of Steel with Devo (1.5 MB).
Sort of a mellow mood today. Tune in tomorrow for more tunes.