Ukes not EM radiation



I've posted an article about ukulele in Suite 101.  


I've returned to learning-up, playing and performing with the ukulele with a view to making this my 'main' instrument.  The quest for me is divine the instrument's complexity, its magic, contrasting as it does with its face-value simplicity.


Ukulele's a great way to meet new people.  Carrying your ukulele around is a bit like walking your dog. If you meet someone else holding a ukulele there's no barrier to striking up some conversation.  It's real, it's vital; the ukulele represents that sensitive area in the solar-plexus or the human psyche that is innocent and luminous.   Barriers are gladly overcome with ukuleles in hands.  And like dogs, we often want to know and chat about which breed of uke the other is holding.


You can't really have any of that guitar-attitude bullshit with the ukulele which is one reason I find playing it so refreshing.  The ukulele disarms all sense of competition or swagger - one would hope.   


I have or have had this feeling that if I stick to playing uke it's going to change my life.  And in a way I can say that it already has.  I purchased a fine, fledgling ukulele magazine from its editor at a ukulele club last month and read it from cover to cover.  I was struck by the article on songstress Shelley O'Brien and was particularly intrigued as to how she'd been a pianist and singer before coming to the ukulele.  I had this firm sense I'd like her music, and 'like' I have.  She has one song in particular called 'Clay' that has totally inspired me and stirred all my senses; I haven't felt this way about a new song in a long, long time.


The positives of life surround the ukulele's auric field.  Rather than spreading more friggin' electro-magnetic radiation, we spread the love, the connection, the radiance, the light, with the ukulele.


I suspect this new quest of mine to divine the ukulele's complexity or magic is a symbolic reflection of my deep inner desire to divine more purity within myself, to overcome the psychic beast, the dragon of negativities and impurities.


Wishing you well, U-R!



Comments

A.M. said…
Wish I could hear you and your uke. ;)
redgrevillea said…
Thank you, Anne! :) I'm not playing much at the moment though, work seems to take up much of my time (have this interesting project digitising archival productions).

By the way, if you've read Christos Tsiolkas' 'The Slap', or intend to, do let me know what you think.

Hugs, Ross
Anne Marie said…
Haven't read it. Will look it up. :)

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