I have ALWAYS wanted to play an instrument, but Dad never taught me, because I could sing, so he would just say 'Your body is your instrument!' which is true to a point, but it's a lousy accompaniment.
Last year I went to the Clerkenwell Vintage Fair with Rai, Pin and Cal and we saw this great chick wearing a WAF uniform and singing 40s hits, with a little soprano ukulele – and I was unsure if I wanted to take her out for a drink or be her.
Since then, ukuleles keep appearing randomly in my life. On Friday, I mentioned this to a friend who said 'I LOVE UKES! I want to learn how to play!' So I said that I would pop into the music shop and see what sort of prices things were going for and if there were any good teach-yourself books and ... well, a bit of a dent in the credit card later, I can play a scale! And two chords!
Of course, the horror of learning is that I have perfect pitch and I can hear every single missed-fingering so very very clearly ... but I will get there! And then I will get a WAF uniform! (Pulls out the Gracie and Vera songbooks ...)
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Last year I went to the Clerkenwell Vintage Fair with Rai, Pin and Cal and we saw this great chick wearing a WAF uniform and singing 40s hits, with a little soprano ukulele – and I was unsure if I wanted to take her out for a drink or be her.
Since then, ukuleles keep appearing randomly in my life. On Friday, I mentioned this to a friend who said 'I LOVE UKES! I want to learn how to play!' So I said that I would pop into the music shop and see what sort of prices things were going for and if there were any good teach-yourself books and ... well, a bit of a dent in the credit card later, I can play a scale! And two chords!
Of course, the horror of learning is that I have perfect pitch and I can hear every single missed-fingering so very very clearly ... but I will get there! And then I will get a WAF uniform! (Pulls out the Gracie and Vera songbooks ...)