ved playing his ukulele. In fact, the slide show I made for his memorial service had a background of uke music.Here's me, the dork, with Daddy's uke that he bought while stationed in Hawaii during WWII. He played little dittys like "Ain't She Sweet" and "Hawaiian War Chant".
Mom gave me Daddy's uke today - Pat cleaned it up, restringed it and I got a couple of felt picks and a book. Me, the total spaz, sort of learned a crappy version of "Down in the Valley" tonight. A lame song with two chords.
Laura picked it up and started playing "Sunshine of your Love" by Cream. Sheesh. In my defense, she's been playing guitar for about eight years.
She has an alto uke my dad gave her years ago, which she hasn't touched. They are now both tuned up and we are ready for dueling ukuleles. I am certain to lose this match.
2 comments:
That is way cool, MJ. I can't wait to hear 'dueling ukes.'
And yeah, that's a pretty snerdy look on your face, but cute.
Love, Beans
don't hold your breath. My fingers need to toughen up - they are on fire!
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