(Out of tune) Music is in the air
If something is worth doing, it's worth doing badly. Considering that I haven't played the saxophone in nearly twenty-five years, I'd probably play it pretty badly these days. I play the piano and drums slightly better than the woodwind, but I play the piano at Mom's house when no one is around and the drums during "Rock Band" games. It was hight time to expand my musical mediocrity into a different instrument family and I purchased a cheap Teach-Yourself-to-Play-the-Ukulele kit. Seriously cheap. Like $35 for the uke, bag, extra strings, book/cd/dvd, and felt picks cheap. No need to splurge if I decided I hated the thing, you know?
I don't hate the thing.
It currently has C "tuning". I use quotes because the darn thing went out of tune with almost every strum. Hubbyfink, who's played acoustic and electric guitar in the past, said it should acclimate to the house before I get too frustrated. I did have fun learning the C7, F, and C chords and strumming along to "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" and "Tom Dooley". Ah, it brought back the early days of piano lessons. And I'm grateful that I already knew music theory and don't have to spend time learning staves and note values and time signatures, etc, and can skip right ahead to learning chords. My fingers and wrist balk at the positioning, though. Hubbyfink helped me with that as well. The book does have clear pictures, but it helped having him show me even though he has long monkey fingers while my fingers are squat in comparison. I may have just over an octave reach on the piano, but that's soooo different from clustering my fingers all together on a couple of frets. When I turned the page to learn the G7 chord, my fingers rebelled and I decided a couple of hours was long enough to subject them -- and Hubbyfink's ears -- to any more tuning and playing. Mostly tuning, truth be told.
And now Hubbyfink, who has been window shopping for a new guitar for a couple of months, really wants to snag one now now NOW. Heh heh.
I don't hate the thing.
It currently has C "tuning". I use quotes because the darn thing went out of tune with almost every strum. Hubbyfink, who's played acoustic and electric guitar in the past, said it should acclimate to the house before I get too frustrated. I did have fun learning the C7, F, and C chords and strumming along to "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" and "Tom Dooley". Ah, it brought back the early days of piano lessons. And I'm grateful that I already knew music theory and don't have to spend time learning staves and note values and time signatures, etc, and can skip right ahead to learning chords. My fingers and wrist balk at the positioning, though. Hubbyfink helped me with that as well. The book does have clear pictures, but it helped having him show me even though he has long monkey fingers while my fingers are squat in comparison. I may have just over an octave reach on the piano, but that's soooo different from clustering my fingers all together on a couple of frets. When I turned the page to learn the G7 chord, my fingers rebelled and I decided a couple of hours was long enough to subject them -- and Hubbyfink's ears -- to any more tuning and playing. Mostly tuning, truth be told.
And now Hubbyfink, who has been window shopping for a new guitar for a couple of months, really wants to snag one now now NOW. Heh heh.