Day 5 : Play the Ukulele

No thanks to my cat; who decided that 4am was the perfect time to go tearing through the house at full speed, jump on top of me several times, and drop his cat toys next to me in bed (so I’d roll over on them in the middle of the night); you could say I’m a little bit tired.

Apparently that’s his way of thanking me for staying up later than usual to play with him, because…  I’m awesome? Yeah, I’m beginning to think that there’s something psychologically wrong with me for willingly embracing his adorable nonsense.

Maybe there’s a connection, but today ukulele_fullseemed like the day to actually crack out the ukulele I bought several months ago on a whim, and finally play the hell out of that cat-sized noisemaker.

Now, in full disclosure, I play the piano, used the play the violin, and have been fiddling around with the mandolin (because the notes/fingerings are the same as the violin.)

Any other guitar-like instrument, though, has always been a bit baffling to me, mostly because I have a hard time ignoring my “violin fingers”. It’s a real brain teaser to re-think which strings are which, and which fingers equal what notes, and since I like playing from actual music notation, tablature has never made a whole lot of sense to me.

Even worse, the ukulele has some odd tunings, with the bottom G-string not actually being the lowest sounding note on the instrument. How do you play scales on this thing? What, no etudes and exercises and drills to do? You’re telling me you just play songs and stuff? Weird.

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The ukulele came with a little “how to play” sheet that included a couple songs and three chords. And I’ll be damned if I wasn’t grateful for that tablature after all. Though, anything past the first couple frets I have a hard time reading because I’m not used to mentally (and because of the frets, physically) separating every half note from each other. It seems unnatural to me.

But, I can say, I now have the capacity to play exactly three chords, and a really terrible rendition of “Pop Goes the Weasel”. I’m pretty happy with myself, but my cat definitely seems unimpressed.

Maybe it’s because he’s busy deciding what diabolical torture he can subject me to later?

One can only dream…

 

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