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blamebrampton) wrote2011-07-09 07:47 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2011-07-09 07:47 pm
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Don't judge me!
Weekends are for ukulele buying!*
This time it was at the local musician's market (a well-run little private shop, not, alas, an actual market, which would be at night, and have harps* and mandolins, and be unutterably cool!) where the owner had told me he was expecting hard cases for tenor ukuleles any day now.
I popped in on spec, and while the cases were not in yet, he showed me the same type in a soprano size and I approved. But …
'Could I take a look at a soprano ukulele?' I asked. 'My little hands are finding it a stretch to manage some of the fingerings at the same time I am learning them, so a smaller one might be easier until I have learned more chords.'
'Good plan!' the owner replied, and started to show me through a few nice models.
Less than 15 minutes later I left with a lovely and teeny new ukulele, in its own rectangular case!
I had a mission of mercy to deliver hot chocolate to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pseudicide , and then headed on home, crossing busy King St behind a couple who then headed down the same side street I was going to and got into their rather silly car. I had to duck around the passenger door that the chap had left open across the pavement and he only noticed after I was already ducking, but he sang out 'Sorry', so I smiled back.
When I went to cross the next street, their car was already in motion and coming in my direction. I waited, for I am polite. The car rolled to a stop in front of me and the man in the passenger seat rolled down his window. 'Excuse me?' he asked.
I was expecting to be asked for directions. Instead, he pointed at the case and said 'Is that a flute? Or a saxaphone?'
'It's a ukulele!' I said. 'A soprano ukulele.'
'We were both wrong!' he declared, laughing.
I grinned and waved at him and his girlfriend as they drove off, and walked home, smiling, happy that strangers see me as a natural arty musical type, and not the homicidal maniac my nearest and dearest do.
*I originally wrote that Saturday was for ukulele buying, and then realised that I have only had my tenor for six days, not seven, so my progress is not as dire as I had thought!
This time it was at the local musician's market (a well-run little private shop, not, alas, an actual market, which would be at night, and have harps* and mandolins, and be unutterably cool!) where the owner had told me he was expecting hard cases for tenor ukuleles any day now.
I popped in on spec, and while the cases were not in yet, he showed me the same type in a soprano size and I approved. But …
'Could I take a look at a soprano ukulele?' I asked. 'My little hands are finding it a stretch to manage some of the fingerings at the same time I am learning them, so a smaller one might be easier until I have learned more chords.'
'Good plan!' the owner replied, and started to show me through a few nice models.
Less than 15 minutes later I left with a lovely and teeny new ukulele, in its own rectangular case!
I had a mission of mercy to deliver hot chocolate to
pseudicide , and then headed on home, crossing busy King St behind a couple who then headed down the same side street I was going to and got into their rather silly car. I had to duck around the passenger door that the chap had left open across the pavement and he only noticed after I was already ducking, but he sang out 'Sorry', so I smiled back.When I went to cross the next street, their car was already in motion and coming in my direction. I waited, for I am polite. The car rolled to a stop in front of me and the man in the passenger seat rolled down his window. 'Excuse me?' he asked.
I was expecting to be asked for directions. Instead, he pointed at the case and said 'Is that a flute? Or a saxaphone?'
'It's a ukulele!' I said. 'A soprano ukulele.'
'We were both wrong!' he declared, laughing.
I grinned and waved at him and his girlfriend as they drove off, and walked home, smiling, happy that strangers see me as a natural arty musical type, and not the homicidal maniac my nearest and dearest do.
*I originally wrote that Saturday was for ukulele buying, and then realised that I have only had my tenor for six days, not seven, so my progress is not as dire as I had thought!
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He will taking up the trombone in the next couple of weeks as well.
I guess my point is that I really love seeing people teach themselves musical intruments and how much joy it brings to them. I have such a small amount of practical talent where music is concerned it is quite shameful, (after 10 years of music lessons I can play Joy to the world on the recorder and possible the clarinet and Mary had a little lamb on the piano from memory :() but I do love music a whole lot and got honours in my first 4 grades of musical theory as a child.
TL;DR - You are awesome and your posts make me smile so thank you. :)
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Now I really want to learn to play the ukulele, too. Too bad I still haven't mastered my tambourine. At all. *is sad*
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The younger one is in year 5 and doing clarinet, although she seems to want to stick with it and not go brass in HS. Guess I will have to get her one also. Which leaves me to learn to play the electronic keyboard they were given a few years back (DH plays guitar).
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Arty sounds much better that homicidal. *nods*
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