Four stringed salvation
We’ve been watching stuff get made, lately. We are a regular, uh, what’s that show called where you get to watch stuff get made? I can’t remember, but we’re like them. We visited an olive oil press and a coffee roaster in Oregon and today, we went to the birthplace of the KoAloha Ukulele. The …
It was gray and a bit blowy, but plenty of people filled the streets in Issaquah for the annual Salmon Days festival. Our uke club was invited to play for the second year in a row, six enthusiastic players (you see five on the stage, one of our guys had to run off) played a …
I confess, I don’t much care for weddings. Given the opportunity, I will try to talk just about anyone out of it. I don’t think much of the bridal industrial complex, a pantheon of evil designed to get you to spend gajillion dollars on “your big day” just as you’re starting your lives together. I …
Okay, the sound isn’t great, it’s muddy and the acoustics in the hall weren’t the best, the voices are under-amplified, but check it out: Our ukulele club played I Will Survive onstage at the Northwest Folklife Festival yesterday. It ruled. In case you’re wondering, I’m the bouncy one in the white flowered headdress and the …
“You are here for 80 minutes or so of ukulele music, right? Because usually, people can’t take that much and about 15 or 20 minutes in, they start walking out…” That’s Lil’ Rev, making good natured fun with the tiny audience of 20 or so ukulele enthusiasts who’d showed up to hear him play. Lil …