This has been talked about several times since I been on UU. But, to share again my connection. I started out playing Bass when I was 14 years old. I primarily played bass, but also played guitar as a secondary player. I have always loved the Ukulele, even back in the day I wouldn't have admitted it. It was always one of those things I liked at a distance. I LOATHED the Tiny Tim thing. Altho I do know he was in reality a musical genius of sorts, I think really ruined any chance of a Uke back then becoming anything "cool".
But, fast forward to years later. I was turned onto the Uke as a viable instrument by Iz. I listened to him allot, but still hadn't gotten a Uke. By this time, I was towards the end of my guitar playing due to being plaqued with artritis. My fingers just couldn't form the chords, or have the speed and agility they need to play like I once did. I have always been a perfectionist, and if I couldn't play or do something at the level I once did, I just didn't do it. Not a good trait in me, and something I fight within my self all the time. I still played the bass a little bit up until about 10 years ago, because it wasn't so challenging to my hands and fingers, but even that got tough and painful to do, so I just sold my Rickenbacker, and it was my last connection to the guitar. It was not long after that my daughter started showing interests in the guitar, and several times would growl at me when she saw video of me and my Rickenbacker, knowing it was gone now. She watched an old 8mm film of me playing when I was a teenager, and it made me feel good when she turned and said "Dad.. you were good.. You rocked.." But then made me feel sad when at the end of that film turned and said, "Dad, you should never have stopped playing. You messed up..." It hurt, but she was right. I let my stupid stuborness win just because I couldn't play like I used to, so I just stopped it all. By this time, I was old enough not to care if the Uke was cool or not. I bought one, and started playing. Found it was small enough that my fingers could actually do as they should (for the most part). It sparked the love of playing back in me. I had an instrument now, that I can still play even with my limitations. I still wish I could play better, because some chords and fingering can still be challenging, and I can't play a whole song without it rearing it's ugly head. But, I can play it without too much discomfort, and I just don't care that I mess up, I'm not giving it up again. Besides that, it is something my daughter and I enjoy together, and it doesn't matter how it sounds, with the sound of laughter of my daughter as we goof around in little jam sessions over rule any mistake I make. I live my passion through her allot now, because she is an awesome guitarist. Not perfect, but better than any 13 year old I have heard so far. When she gains more and more experience, that kid is gonna be unstoppable, and I am content with my passion moving forward in her. It's all good..