Yes, that's right, a ukelele!
Here's Evan with mine on Christmas day. He thought it was his 'tar. Just the right size for a little boy.
Evan with his Poppy and Poppy's blue ukelele
Two of The Do Riders, with some extra ukelele players, playing at Mark's 60th just before Christmas.
Ever since we found out that Mark, from our favourite local band, The Do Riders, was giving ukelele lessons we thought we would give it a go. But you know how these things go, all the good intentions, and nothing gets done. Well the gift has inspired us and Monday night was our first jam sessions, which is what it is, really. In hindsight we should have had a lesson or two first but I had fun none the less. Next time there will be a lesson beforehand.
We met in the beer garden of a local pub and Mark ( from the band) led us in some songs. There was some great singing, along with the strumming. A talented bunch!
In the past families made their own entertainment with sing alongs around the piano. I know that's how my dad's family spent their evenings.I didn't have that experience as a child although I do remember my dad whistling and singing as he went about his day. He was also good at reciting a little poetry. Mark certainly has memories of bush poetry recitals around campfires and such when he was a youngster. But when I was a child TV replaced this for our evenings entertainment. And now we have someone else making our music for us, at the press of a button any time we like. Fast music, just like fast food. It's time to bring back the slow music. Certainly in my case it's very slow, chord changing is just one finger at a time!