Uke School Days
Friday, October 31, 2003
  Last week, after playing Christmas in Hawaii, a swingy little number I looked up to see my neighbor miming whacking me over the head with his uke. "Solo! Solo!" shouted the women to left. "We've got another solo player!" I turned bright red and put the uke down. I guess the rehearsals are going well. "NO WAY, " I stated. "NO WAY." But not so secretly, I am very very very flattered. Very.

Last night I went to Llyle's place to practice our set. It's all about the timing when you play with others. I'm changing chords where she isn't, she's changing chords where I'm not... it's tough. In a big group you don't hear it as clearly when the players have their timing off. But when it's just you and one other player, oh, you can't miss the places you miss.

She's got quite a collection of ukes in her place. Two banjos, a Martin, a pretty little baritone, a Mexican thing I can't remember the name of, and a resonator. I loved playing that resonator it sounds and feels great. And it's shiny so you feel like a rhinestone hapa-haole cowboy when you play it. It's loud too, boy howdy, though not as loud as her little banjo. That thing is full of twang.

I'm practicing with the CD Rodney made for us, too. I can just make it through the complicated little transition in Nani Lei O Hawaii, but things get a little muddy right in the middle. Still, I have another whole week. I've made it this far. It would probably do me good to stop playing for a day to let my fingers rest, but for some reason I can't put the damn thing down.

LLyle was a gracious hostess and fed me pie and tea and let me noodle around with all her ukes. What a bunch of gear heads all these uke lovers are. I mean, all 'we' uke lovers are? She asked me what I was going to get next, though with the recent acquisition of my Kamaka 8, I'm not sure I need anything else. Though I really did enjoy that resonator. I'm picturing an showy engraved model... 
Sunday, October 19, 2003
  It's worth noting that my ukulele obsession has taken me place I would never otherwise have gone. I never went to Shoreline before Uncle Rod's Uke Conference. And yesterday found me in a tiny dance studio in Burien. The bedroom communities of Seattle have been previously unknown to me. I'm urban at the heart and I stay away from the burbs, but when the master calls, you get in the Tercel and head out of town to neighborhoods where you see the planes landing or where you can get a taco that will break your heart.

I'm booked for the next handful of Saturdays as I learn, with 8 others, how to play the songs that make up Rodey Lopez's set at the upcoming Hawaiian Festival in Puyallup (another seldom visited destination). My hands are stiff from yesterday's two and a half hours of picking, strumming, fingering, note scribbling, and making twangy mistakes. We're playing nine songs, the Rodney Lopez strummers are (not our real name) on November 8th at an undisclosed location.

I'm alternating between terror and glee. I love learning this new songs and this new style. Rod Sr. has a jazz based style with sweet little transitions and relatively complicated four note chords. It's a stretch for me though I feel pretty good about getting my head - and hands - around the nine songs in the next three weeks. A few of them are pretty easy, so those I can just play from the cheat sheets. But some of them are going to take practice, practice, practice. I'm going to try to hook up with a fellow strummer in Seattle this week to work through some of the hard stuff.

Everyone is full of Aloha and good cheer. Our teacher radiates good humor about our obvious inexperience and his confidence in our potential to pick this stuff up makes me, at least, want to be successful. His invitation to include this handful of amatuers in his set is so generous that I don't want to disappoint him by screwing it up. (In fact, I should be practicing Right Now.)

Thursday, October 16, 2003
  No, I mean it. I'm totally done now. It just happened by accident. I just sort of stumbled across it on eBay Deutschland. They're usually over 900 dollars so when I saw this one listed at well under the standard price well, I couldn't really just let it sit there and go to someone who doesn't know what it is. I did set a reasonable bar for it. I wasn't going to pay list price, no sir. And I wasn't going to even pay the least bit of attention to the Ovation that the guy also had listed, or to his pineapple that he insists is Hawaiian built, even though Google leaves one with the strong implication that the pineapple builder in question lives in Marin County, California, NOT in Hawaii at all.

I'm just saying that it wasn't like I was shopping for real. And anyway, I can't deal with eBay because it's just too stressful. Which is why I asked Julius to look in to it. And why there are now seven, count them, seven ukuleles. When you think about what we got, it's really not that much money. We have 32 strings. 5 sound holes (the banjos don't have them). More than 84 frets.

I'm a little concerned that this makes me a 'collector.' But I don't have them for the sake of having them, I play them. All of them. I still play the baritone, the first one I got, and the banjo goes with me to the Halau because it's really too loud to play at home. And the Royal Aloha, the one I got that really pushed me over in to the full frenzy of ukulele madness, well, that one sits on the couch and I really do play it every single day. I play it while I'm watching TV and reading email and waiting for my spuds to be done baking. Hell, I played it while the coffee was brewing this morning. Sometimes I play it in the car. Seriously.

This is a lot of rationalizing. I know my uke associates would understand my abnormal acquisitiveness. Plus, there is no denying that it was an outrageous deal. They normally cost right around the neighborhood of 1000 dollars and this was nowhere near that. So how could I pass it up? How could I? This is not in character for a person who drives a 18 year old Toyota. What the hell is wrong with me?

You'll be wanting to know what I bought, won't you? It's a Kamaka 8 string tenor. I don't deserve it, to be sure. Let's hope I can turn out to be worthy of owning it. At least in my hands it will be a lot closer to Hawaii then it is now, in the heart of Berlin.

More rationalization. I know.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
  Julius sent me an IM on Friday saying “Oops.” An oops with Julius usually means he bought something silly and this particular oops is no exception.

Julius is unbelievably supportive of the whole uke initiative; you might even call him a sponsor. He did hand me the 30 dollars I needed to take home the Royal Aloha. He followed that up by buying me a mid-range uke to play while I’m housed at the foreign office over the winter, a little mahogany number called a Kiluea. And he ‘oopsed’ yesterday when he turned out to have won a George Formby banjo uke on eBay yesterday. “Stop shopping for ukuleles!” I told him. “Oh, and, um, THANKS!” This latest accidental acquisition brings the count of ukuleles up to six – four here in Seattle and two at the foreign office.

When I was up at the Halau on Monday night, Auntie Gloria asked me how the uke classes were going; how the playing is going. “I LOVE MY UKULELE!” I told her. “But I have a problem. I kind of want a six string. It’s like a sickness.” “Oh, honey,” she sympathized, “I KNOW. You play my old six-string tonight. Then, what’s going to happen is this. You get used to the six-string, and then you’re going to want an eight.”

While I got suckered in to the beautiful rich sound of Auntie’s gorgeous Kamaka, she played my Royal Aloha. And played it some more. And then some more. After about half an hour, she looked up at me. “Oh, I’m sorry!” “No, no, go ahead, it’s a nice little uke, isn’t it?” She told me I should change the strings on it, something I have tried to do a few times, but the store is always out of stock.

George showed up with his uke in a rain spattered cardboard box and Uncle Rod, in spite of his broken hand, led us through a whole series of Hawaiian songs. He was getting over a cold and sounding a little froggy, but still played with gusto, teaching us the tune to a handful of traditional songs and some newer traditional style tunes. I love the sound of that stuff but when I look at the music I have no idea what the melody is supposed to be. We play mostly from lyrics with chord notations, not from full on musical notation, so even if I was able to read music well enough to pick out a tune, it just wouldn’t be possible because the staff isn’t there. Still, we played one of the songs through a few times, enough so that I can remember the tune and it turns out I have the sheet music for it at home. Now I can try to pick through the tune while having a vague idea of how it is meant to sound. Hard stuff.

Yesterday I sat on the couch for a good chunk of the evening working through a transposition of ‘I Will Survive.’ I’ve got it to sound almost like a tragic fado song, especially when I play it with the flamenco strum – though that’s a really hard thing to maintain. I’m also playing it with Pekelo’s four finger picking style, but the key is a little too minor to make it sound like a Hawaiian song. Still, it’s pretty fun. I’ve also been working on Bob Dylan’s ‘You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go’ and Roxy Music’s ‘More Than This.’

Then I did a little shopping on eBay. You know, just to check the price on the six-strings.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
  Okay, uke school is over and I'm pretty sad about it, but my heart is still full of Aloha. Here's why. The end of uke school doesn't mean the end of uke playing, no sir, it's just the beginning. I was happy to bundle up all things uke related to head over the West Seattle Senior Center for SUPA today. A room full of uke players, strumming away, stumbling together through the rough bits, singing loud even when they can't sing, well, it's all makes for loads of ukulele happiness, of course.

And the Lopez family played a couple of songs for us, with Rod Lopez Jr. playing some incredible double strumming on his gorgeous Kamaka uke. They just sound great. Jr. sat in front of me and when I asked him about his sweet sounding axe, he handed it to me and let me noodle with it for a sec. "It's a trophy," he said. And it is - he won it at a hula contest in Hawaii and it's a fine, fine, thing.

Then later, he turned around and looked at me and said this: "You strum really good!" This from the guy who won his ukulele for his skill. From the guy who mastered crazy double strum. This from the guy with the gorgeous koa six string. He says to me, "You sound great." Me and the Royal Aloha, we blushed. We didn't really know WHAT to say. What we should have said was, "That's a hell of a compliment coming from YOU!" but we were to flustered. We turned pink and said thank you. At least we remembered to say THAT.

Rod Lopez Senior, it turns out, is looking for a handful of accomplished strummers to back him at his gig at the upcoming Hawaiian festival. I am SO there.  

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