Sunday is my anniversary. You’ll hear more about that soon.
Lately I have been listening to a great deal of artsy fartsy feely music.
Basically just Amanda Palmer and my beloved Neil Gaiman, because they did this fantastic “An Evening with Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer” tour and it was…perfection.
Amanda Palmer is lovely and wonderful and has this song about ukuleles.
About how great they are.
How they make people happy.
The wonder and greatness of the music.
Eating cereal in the dark and how you should just play because you can.
As a matter of fact it is here:
I THEN WANTED A UKULELE.
If you know me you know that I have never – aside from youth choir and chamber choir and various other choiry things – been particularly musical. I played clarinet in junior high but never progressed past Smoke on the Water and Proud Mary. I got a guitar in college and I learned a couple of Jewel songs.
I mentioned to my longsuffering husband that I could totally get into playing the ukulele.
He was understandably skeptical, and when I refused to mime the motions of ukuleleing he had a point and I dropped it.
Then he bought me one because he sometimes caters to whims and also why not, it’s a great anniversary present.
So now I have something to learn and hopefully not suck at, and I have had it for a grand total of four hours now and I almost can play “Go Tell Aunt Rhody” which…yeah, don’t ask.
You will probably never hear me play this ukulele, but rest assured that somewhere I am perhaps playing it and looking foolish and being so happy.