Okay, that's it. I've had enough. My music machine has been shut down for about a month or two, now. There's nothing wrong with it, I just haven't been making music. Or, more accurately, I haven't been recording music. I've been playing quite a bit.
This last weekend was a steaming mound of shit. I had a terrible weekend. It was all work-related, so I won't get into it. But suffice it to say I wasn't very happy.
But on Monday, things got better. I got up early (again) to take photos (again) near the water (again). No boats this time, but there was some lovely wood (again). And considering how lovely this particular wood was, rude jokes about wood might be VERY appropriate! Wood for boats is all well and good, but wood that's been crafted into amazing musical instruments is just... I don't even think there's a word for it. I'll just show you.
There were four of them; two guitars and two ukuleles. I know that ukuleles get no respect in North America. Hell, I used to think of them as a joke. But then I discovered James Hill and Jake Shimabukuro. And after George Harrison died, there were all sorts of retrospectives that mentioned how he took two ukuleles with him everywhere he went; one for himself and one for whomever he happened to spend time with.
Because, you know, there's something inherently fun and intimate about the ukulele. And for anyone who still doubts, pay attention to the song playing at the end of Meet Joe Black or 50 First Dates. It's a Hawai'ian dude named Israel who does a medley of Somewhere Over the Rainbow and It's a Wonderful World with just his voice and a ukulele that sounds like it would be the worst, cheesiest thing in the world. But it's not. It's hauntingly beautiful.
So now I'm going to make an effort to record some music. I'm going to play guitar and I'm going to play ukulele. I might even do something as profane as a ukulele version of Shake Your Blood. That's right: the song that Suicide Girls appeared in the video of - done on ukulele. That's how evil I am. I feel no remorse.
But if you want to get a leg up on laughing at me, you can laugh at me pretending to be a model. Rest assured that in between my serious looks I was laughing, too. IANAM. (I Am Not A Model). This is what happens when there's a little downtime in the photo shoot and there are incredible guitars lying about! I pick one of them up to play it and put the camera down. Then Mr Client picks up the camera and starts taking pictures!
Which reminds me. I also want to take pictures of people WITH these instruments. Who wants to model for me? I don't have much money to offer, but I could trade for blueberries!
This last weekend was a steaming mound of shit. I had a terrible weekend. It was all work-related, so I won't get into it. But suffice it to say I wasn't very happy.
But on Monday, things got better. I got up early (again) to take photos (again) near the water (again). No boats this time, but there was some lovely wood (again). And considering how lovely this particular wood was, rude jokes about wood might be VERY appropriate! Wood for boats is all well and good, but wood that's been crafted into amazing musical instruments is just... I don't even think there's a word for it. I'll just show you.
There were four of them; two guitars and two ukuleles. I know that ukuleles get no respect in North America. Hell, I used to think of them as a joke. But then I discovered James Hill and Jake Shimabukuro. And after George Harrison died, there were all sorts of retrospectives that mentioned how he took two ukuleles with him everywhere he went; one for himself and one for whomever he happened to spend time with.
Because, you know, there's something inherently fun and intimate about the ukulele. And for anyone who still doubts, pay attention to the song playing at the end of Meet Joe Black or 50 First Dates. It's a Hawai'ian dude named Israel who does a medley of Somewhere Over the Rainbow and It's a Wonderful World with just his voice and a ukulele that sounds like it would be the worst, cheesiest thing in the world. But it's not. It's hauntingly beautiful.
So now I'm going to make an effort to record some music. I'm going to play guitar and I'm going to play ukulele. I might even do something as profane as a ukulele version of Shake Your Blood. That's right: the song that Suicide Girls appeared in the video of - done on ukulele. That's how evil I am. I feel no remorse.
But if you want to get a leg up on laughing at me, you can laugh at me pretending to be a model. Rest assured that in between my serious looks I was laughing, too. IANAM. (I Am Not A Model). This is what happens when there's a little downtime in the photo shoot and there are incredible guitars lying about! I pick one of them up to play it and put the camera down. Then Mr Client picks up the camera and starts taking pictures!
Which reminds me. I also want to take pictures of people WITH these instruments. Who wants to model for me? I don't have much money to offer, but I could trade for blueberries!
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Does it rhyme with Cough - as in "Pough the Magic Dragon?"
Or is it like cow - as in "Pough the onomatopoeia?"
Or perhaps it's more of a "whoa" pronounciation, like, "Pough me another scotch, brotha..."
These things tickle my brain. The other day I sneezed my occipital lobe out my ear.