Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The Blues

I was down today. I sometimes get that way these days--what with my mother's illness, my car thing, my kidnapped Oscar Schmidt, and on, and on.

I left my music stand inside between classes. The wind was strong enough that I feared it would blow my music away. So I stood outside and absentmindedly strummed some chord progressions to songs that I already knew.

Iz, my prize ukulele disciple came out and stood there awhile and said, "Mr.O, that's so sad." I was playing "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime." It's one of those songs that I practice often because it has a grip of chords.

I guess I was really selling it.

So Iz goes in and grabs my music stand and turns to "Daydream Believer." Fewer Chords. But much happier. She has been practicing this one and so have I.

So we started playing.

Soon, a few non-uke students grabbed some rhythm toys out of my grab bag, and we had a jam session going.

I felt better, then.


Donita said...

Sorry you've been down lately. I'm glad your students could cheer you up. Big high five to Iz.

I think it's cool hat there are hundreds of people walking around who were lucky enough to have you as their teacher.

Donita said...

Cool hat?

vivage said...

Don't even read the comment in my blog about being emitted.

THings will look up, they always do.

Brother Atom Bomb of Reflection said...

Do: Thousands, actually.

Donita said...

Wow, that is true, isn't it.

Pam said...

There should be some kinda card you can send a guy who has a uke stolen. All the uke playing brethren and sisters felt the tear in the universe when your uke was lifted. There's a special place in hell for the thief, right next to the place they send people - if you can call them that - who steal bicycles.

Condolences from the Cult of the Four Stringed Angel to you.