Love is like the open sea
And I wish you were here with me
On the beach in Hawaii.
An innocuous winter trip to the Guitar Center to buy a capo turned into a bit of an impulse buy. While looking for assistance, I suddenly ran smack into the ukulele section. Like the wannabe Brooklyn hipster that I am, I was instantly smitten (Puppy-dog sized! Beautiful wood grain! Surprisingly lovely tone!). Feeling ridiculous (I'd only started guitar lessons a little over a month ago!), I wrenched myself out of the store. Only after texting with a snowbound, Detroit-trapped Molly (trapped in conference hell), who urged me to allow myself a small pleasure like this, even it was silly, did I return and buy one. Not the beautiful ones pictured (too expensive), but the cheapest one that didn't look and sound like it was made with a sheet of plywood and a glue gun. Once at home and parked in front of some youTube instructionals, it was easy to pick up some songs, in a basic sense. The ukulele seems to be an easier (if more limited) instrument than the guitar, at the very least, certainly easier on the fingers! If my travel schedule ever picks up, it will be nice to have something so portable.
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