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Hey gang,
we talk about UAS a lot don't we, but it's not something I suffer from. No, really. My affliction is UBASS:
Ukulele Buy And Sell Syndrome.
As I took a virtual trip down memory lane for awhile this morning, and looked over some old uke videos I'd recorded since starting to play around this time in 2006, what struck me most was not the evolution of my playing, but that every darn video seemed to feature a different uke! Aaarrrgggh. And so I've just spent half an hour engaging the old grey matter to try and piece together the number of ukes I've actually bought and sold in the past 9 years. The results are truly scary and beyond shameful. The list reads like an NFL table and looks something like this. Oh dear.
Mya Moe: 12
Black Bear: 11
Collings; Brueko: 8
Mahalo: 7
Pohaku; Regal: 6
Ono; LoPrinzi: 4
Covered Bridge; Barron River; Kamaka; Rodriguez: 3
Beansprout; Kala; Tiwi; National; Big Rusty; Hollywood; Gerard Guasch; Ohana: 2
Jazz Box; Timms; Beltona and a gazillion others: 1
More than 100 and worse still? I'm certain there are more but these are what I can remember. I suspect there are a few of us around who suffer from UBASS. I daresay I would have kept many more of these were it not for financial constraints which generally means I can't keep more than 4 or 5 at the same time. I think this affliction is much more of a curse than UAS because - for me at least - I can never relax enough to enjoy and play what I have, and am instead always lurking the marketplace looking for the next one to quench a thirst which is ultimately insatiable.
I worked professionally as a muso for 15 years with one...yes ONE guitar and never had the urge to even contemplate buying another one.
So what is it with these ukulele things? Why are we like Steve Earle and never satisfied?
Which ones do I regret letting go the most? The Collings UC2's. A Black Bear soprano. Several Mya Moe's. One I hand painted and gave away. An Ono, a Barron River and yep, many others.
I think I've finally reached the end of my tether with it though. (You believe me, right?) Losing money on every transaction to find the appetite never diminishes anyway. Truth be told, I could be happy with one Mahalo. A uke is a uke to me, irrespective of cost. But clearly I'm not; I look at this list and am appalled at myself. Now, on to Parlor Guitars...
Feel free to use this thread like an AA meeting. If you can relate to this post, spill your guts without fear of judgment, in the presence of those who can offer sympathy and a shoulder to cry on.
we talk about UAS a lot don't we, but it's not something I suffer from. No, really. My affliction is UBASS:
Ukulele Buy And Sell Syndrome.
As I took a virtual trip down memory lane for awhile this morning, and looked over some old uke videos I'd recorded since starting to play around this time in 2006, what struck me most was not the evolution of my playing, but that every darn video seemed to feature a different uke! Aaarrrgggh. And so I've just spent half an hour engaging the old grey matter to try and piece together the number of ukes I've actually bought and sold in the past 9 years. The results are truly scary and beyond shameful. The list reads like an NFL table and looks something like this. Oh dear.
Mya Moe: 12
Black Bear: 11
Collings; Brueko: 8
Mahalo: 7
Pohaku; Regal: 6
Ono; LoPrinzi: 4
Covered Bridge; Barron River; Kamaka; Rodriguez: 3
Beansprout; Kala; Tiwi; National; Big Rusty; Hollywood; Gerard Guasch; Ohana: 2
Jazz Box; Timms; Beltona and a gazillion others: 1
More than 100 and worse still? I'm certain there are more but these are what I can remember. I suspect there are a few of us around who suffer from UBASS. I daresay I would have kept many more of these were it not for financial constraints which generally means I can't keep more than 4 or 5 at the same time. I think this affliction is much more of a curse than UAS because - for me at least - I can never relax enough to enjoy and play what I have, and am instead always lurking the marketplace looking for the next one to quench a thirst which is ultimately insatiable.
I worked professionally as a muso for 15 years with one...yes ONE guitar and never had the urge to even contemplate buying another one.
So what is it with these ukulele things? Why are we like Steve Earle and never satisfied?
Which ones do I regret letting go the most? The Collings UC2's. A Black Bear soprano. Several Mya Moe's. One I hand painted and gave away. An Ono, a Barron River and yep, many others.
I think I've finally reached the end of my tether with it though. (You believe me, right?) Losing money on every transaction to find the appetite never diminishes anyway. Truth be told, I could be happy with one Mahalo. A uke is a uke to me, irrespective of cost. But clearly I'm not; I look at this list and am appalled at myself. Now, on to Parlor Guitars...
Feel free to use this thread like an AA meeting. If you can relate to this post, spill your guts without fear of judgment, in the presence of those who can offer sympathy and a shoulder to cry on.