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hey gang,
well I've been laid up sick for the past week, unable to sing nor play. But the ol brain has kept on ticking...
Last few months I've mainly been playing my cheapo painted mahalo ukes, just occasionally getting out the mya moe soprano, and the collings a few times. Why you may ask? well, just to see if I enjoyed them as much as the others. Answer? yep, I sure do. I've bought lots and lots of ukes over the past 6 years from these cheapos, through the 200-400 price ranges, up into the 800-1000 bracket and above. The most expensive one I bought was around 2000 bucks. Then financial probs hit and one by one, I sold em all.
But the UAS in me has never been cured. As I've paid bills over the last months I keep scrounging pennies together to keep on buying...cheaper ones instead of expensive ones...but buying nonetheless. Now I have bought 3 more in the past 2 months, and been gifted 2 others through incredible generosity.
The thing is, it don't matter the price....I used to kid myself I was only buying in search of the perfect sounding instrument. But UAS aint about the tone either (after a while they all start to sound the same. My ear isn't flexible and dynamic enough to appreciate subtlety anyway), or even the maker in the end (as today's favourite will likely be tomorrow's forgotten luthier), it's just about the buying, the thrill of it, the anticipation of trying an unplayed instrument, the waiting for the delivery, the opening of the box....only to find out that this new 250 dollar uke sounds pretty much like that old 900 uke which sounds pretty much like that 180 dollar one which plays same as the 600 one etc. Then I'm left strumming a C chord on my painted blue 25 buck mahalo which is a little smile machine and thinking what was all the pain for...
Sure, one occasionally finds a uke where the bonding is instant and you just 'know' straight away. This has happened with 2 ukes I've owned, one which I still have and another which I so regretfully sold. But these are very few and far between. I've come to realise that UAS is simply an existential state of malcontentment. Never satisfied. Never will be. Embrace it. Salute. Cry. Smash the computer. Shake your head. Cuss. Buy a ukulele shop. Rejoice. See a therapist. Or a pastor. Just do what you gotta do and keep walkin...
well I've been laid up sick for the past week, unable to sing nor play. But the ol brain has kept on ticking...
Last few months I've mainly been playing my cheapo painted mahalo ukes, just occasionally getting out the mya moe soprano, and the collings a few times. Why you may ask? well, just to see if I enjoyed them as much as the others. Answer? yep, I sure do. I've bought lots and lots of ukes over the past 6 years from these cheapos, through the 200-400 price ranges, up into the 800-1000 bracket and above. The most expensive one I bought was around 2000 bucks. Then financial probs hit and one by one, I sold em all.
But the UAS in me has never been cured. As I've paid bills over the last months I keep scrounging pennies together to keep on buying...cheaper ones instead of expensive ones...but buying nonetheless. Now I have bought 3 more in the past 2 months, and been gifted 2 others through incredible generosity.
The thing is, it don't matter the price....I used to kid myself I was only buying in search of the perfect sounding instrument. But UAS aint about the tone either (after a while they all start to sound the same. My ear isn't flexible and dynamic enough to appreciate subtlety anyway), or even the maker in the end (as today's favourite will likely be tomorrow's forgotten luthier), it's just about the buying, the thrill of it, the anticipation of trying an unplayed instrument, the waiting for the delivery, the opening of the box....only to find out that this new 250 dollar uke sounds pretty much like that old 900 uke which sounds pretty much like that 180 dollar one which plays same as the 600 one etc. Then I'm left strumming a C chord on my painted blue 25 buck mahalo which is a little smile machine and thinking what was all the pain for...
Sure, one occasionally finds a uke where the bonding is instant and you just 'know' straight away. This has happened with 2 ukes I've owned, one which I still have and another which I so regretfully sold. But these are very few and far between. I've come to realise that UAS is simply an existential state of malcontentment. Never satisfied. Never will be. Embrace it. Salute. Cry. Smash the computer. Shake your head. Cuss. Buy a ukulele shop. Rejoice. See a therapist. Or a pastor. Just do what you gotta do and keep walkin...