Ukulele playing requires “tiny bubbles”

Ukelele House, Honolulu, HI; courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

No sooner had I posted a piece about how humbling is the experience of being a beginner in a new field, in my case taking a hot glass class, when a new opportunity to show how little I knew popped up. Yesterday I sat down with about ten other people, mostly Issei and Nisei (first- and second-generation Japanese Americans, respectively) positioned a borrowed soprano ukulele under one arm, and tried to make my fingers land on the right spots to strum a C7 chord and an F major chord and a few others for the purpose of playing “Tiny Bubbles” and a few other simple, but awful songs.

One of the side effects of glass blowing was pain in my shoulders from pulling heavy blobs of molten material out of the furnace and twirling them on a metal pole.  A side effect of playing the ukulele is deep dents in my fingers from holding the strings down.  The volunteer teaching the class warned us that building calluses was the first step in overcoming the pain. I forgot to ask how long that might take and whether having fingertips with no feeling was a desirable goal.

But a few dents were nothing compared to the public recognition of my ineptitude.  The first clue I had that other players knew what they were doing was that they brought their own instruments.  The second was their readiness to give abundant advice: “If you listen carefully you’ll be able to hear that what you’re playing is dissonant.”  “No. That’s not a C chord. That’s not a chord at all.” “Third finger, not first finger on that one.” “Try not to look down when you change chords.”

I’m determined to master the basics in time for New Year’s 2013 when the ukulele band will have its first performance.  I never played in school orchestras or bands and I love the idea of making music in a large group, where good playing on the part of others will cover up any mistakes I make. There’s no way my voice would be welcome in the choir, but just maybe I can become proficient at “Tiny Bubbles,” which I may have to drink before and after our performance.

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About stillalife

I retired June 30, 2010 after working for 40 years in the field of education and most recently doing school public relations/community outreach in a mid-size urban school district. I wrote for superintendents and school board members. Now I'm writing for me and I hope for you. In this blog, I offer my own views coupled with the latest research on how to preserve our physical and mental health as we age, delve into issues most of us over 50 can relate to like noticing wrinkles and forgetting where we left our keys, discuss the pros and cons of different ways to engage our minds and bodies after we leave the workplace, and throw in an occasional book review, all peppered with a touch of humor, irony, and just plain silliness.
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2 Responses to Ukulele playing requires “tiny bubbles”

  1. Jackie Smith says:

    Gee, I had coffee with a friend Saturday morning and she was telling me that the ukelele was one of the easier instruments there were to play . . .’simple chords’ I think she said. 😉

    I would think with all those words you’ve written the last few months your fingers would already have been toughened up!

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