My Little Grass Shack

Yesterday we, the Trinity Troubadours, performed for the senior residents of Lake Park with a mixture of piano, flute, guitar, accordion and ukulele. Having taken up the ukulele only a couple of months ago, I practiced assiduously up to the time of the performance. Another newby, Dick Peters did the same. We sat beside each other in the back, thankfully.

We did pretty well up till one song that had so many chord changes so fast that I had to fake it, and then I noticed Dick was doing the same. He saw me looking over at him and we both collapsed in hysterics. I haven’t laughed that hard since high school.

My system must have created a zillion endorphins.


Praise the ukulele!

I went to a jam session the other day of a mix of instruments that included an accordion, a flute, a guitar and 15 ukuleles.

You would expect an odd rendering of noise with such a conglomeration but no, the result was pleasant, even sweet. We all sang along, with me supplying the descant, and in between songs jokes were told. I told two, shaggy dog stories that brought hearty laughter. Most gratifying.

When the session ended, one of the ukulele players came up to me, thrust her instrument in my hands and told me I should take up playing it. She showed me some fingering chords, taking my fingers and placing them on the strings, and said they had an extra instrument I could use. I said I would think about it.

Powerful persuasion!