It was time. The $50 starter ukulele I’d been playing for a few years had been a good friend. It allowed me to learn many songs I’d never been able to play on guitar, standards with carpal tunnel-inducing chord progressions that made me want to punch myself in the face when I attempted them on the six-string.
With some serviceable uke skills and a bit of a repertoire under my belt, I decided that it was time for an upgrade. Not only a better instrument, but a bigger one as well. A visit to a local music store to confirmed that I was ready to switch from the tiny soprano ukulele to the slightly more manly tenor. The proprietor of the notoriously snobby shop was willing to let me touch his ukuleles, though he insisted on meticulously tuning them all for me. I attempted to ignore his stare as I went back and forth, plinking on a soprano, strumming on a concert, shredding on a tenor, until I had finally chosen to purchase a tenor…elsewhere.
After more research, I chose Mainland. They offered a good-looking and sounding tenor uke and also offered pre-installation of the pickup system I was looking for. And 2 weeks later, this beautiful baby was peeking at me:
But, dang it, this post was supposed to be about a video. Here’s the scoop: Last week I padded down to the Wig Shop at 6:00 AM, pressed Record on my camera, and played the crap out of that ukulele for 36 minutes (with breaks for costume changes, of course). I later cut that recording down to the the most kick-ass 3-odd minutes of jaw-dropping (or at least semi-entertaining) footage. And soon it shall be the inaugural video (about time!) on my YouTube channel.
See you on TV!