Let's talk about how you (or someone you liked until then) managed to clumsily damage or outright destroy an unfortunate ukulele entrusted to your care.
It was a little less than a year ago when my soprano (my first one) met its end, and it was death by butt. My butt, unfortunately. Earlier in the day I had been practicing on the bed, and later, when I went to sleep in the dark, I forgot that the ukulele was still sitting there, waiting for my return (which it came to regret). It was dark, and well, crack happened.
It was all rather unlikely. A large bed, a small ukulele, an inbetween butt, and I managed to land myself right on the soundhole. Bull's eye when I wish I had missed. The soundboard was completely destroyed and the instrument was beyond repair. After some mourning, I threw it away, though I felt pretty guilty for having been such an ass to it. I was so ashamed that I neglected to take photos of the victim.
It was a ukuMele mahogany uke, nicely set up and around $250 or so when I had bought it. It could have been worse as most of my other ukes would have been harder to replace, but still, I was pretty upset about it. I liked the thing, it sounded really good, too.
On the bright side, it was a relatively inexpensive lesson in careless butt placement, and it gave me a reason to buy a lovely Black Bear koa soprano, which is an amazing little instrument. My other ukes have lived in fear ever since this accident, but nothing else happened. Knocking on wood, gently.
What about you? Ever lost a ukulele to clumsiness, substance abuse, pets, kids, spouses, butts?
It was a little less than a year ago when my soprano (my first one) met its end, and it was death by butt. My butt, unfortunately. Earlier in the day I had been practicing on the bed, and later, when I went to sleep in the dark, I forgot that the ukulele was still sitting there, waiting for my return (which it came to regret). It was dark, and well, crack happened.
It was all rather unlikely. A large bed, a small ukulele, an inbetween butt, and I managed to land myself right on the soundhole. Bull's eye when I wish I had missed. The soundboard was completely destroyed and the instrument was beyond repair. After some mourning, I threw it away, though I felt pretty guilty for having been such an ass to it. I was so ashamed that I neglected to take photos of the victim.
It was a ukuMele mahogany uke, nicely set up and around $250 or so when I had bought it. It could have been worse as most of my other ukes would have been harder to replace, but still, I was pretty upset about it. I liked the thing, it sounded really good, too.
On the bright side, it was a relatively inexpensive lesson in careless butt placement, and it gave me a reason to buy a lovely Black Bear koa soprano, which is an amazing little instrument. My other ukes have lived in fear ever since this accident, but nothing else happened. Knocking on wood, gently.
What about you? Ever lost a ukulele to clumsiness, substance abuse, pets, kids, spouses, butts?
