Till my Fingers Bleed

Alert readers will remember that it’s been just over a month since I got my new ukulele and I have absolutely no doubt that you’re all waiting with bated breath to find out how I’m getting on. Well, I have been practising it regularly (it strikes me that if I’d put as much effort into practising any of the many instruments I’d tried and failed to learn as a child, I might actually have got somewhere by now. Truly, youth is wasted on the young), although much of that time is spent checking on the progress of and admiring my callouses – typing currently feels a little wierd where I’ve been hardening my fingertips by holding down the strings. I haven’t quite mastered Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now – although surely it’s only a matter of time – but I did eventually find the excellent (but sadly unfinished) Uke School and finally got to the point where I could not only play a song with chord changes, but play it at the speed at which it was normally sung. Okay, so the song in question is ‘Happy Birthday’, but everybody’s got to start somewhere. So last night, as I was demonstrating my prowess to the other half (he was not impressed), he decided to look up the Guardian’s birthday column to find someone whose birthday it was so I could sing it for them, because it’s a bit wierd singing it to anyone else.

Which is how we found ourselves last night sitting at the kitchen table, singing Happy Birthday to the Queen. Truly, life does not get much more rock and roll than this.

8 Responses to Till my Fingers Bleed

  1. Dom says:

    Get good at it and you too could get to stand atop the palace, legs akimbo rocking out on your ukulele a-la Brian May from Queen during the Jubilee 🙂

  2. disgruntled says:

    slow day at work again?

  3. Dom says:

    You posted during snack time 🙂

  4. The Paperboy says:

    I feel moved to procure a small confection from Blackpool on your behalf.

  5. R::B says:

    I assume you meant “weird”…

  6. Miss Mary says:

    If nothing else learning new things keeps the brain cells alive.

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