Glad to see he's added uke to arsenal.
It seemed very obvious to me that he was faking it, his left hand was not making real chords.
Great story! RIP.My father took up the uke at 87. For the last 3 years of his life he played everyday until the last week of his life. When he was cremated I made sure he had his cap (which he never left the house without it) and a uke. I couldn’t bear the idea of sending him off with his favorite uke. Not that it’s valuable, I just want it to remember all the good times we had playing.
I guess Dick was faking in the video, but he did a good job. Looks fine without paying close attention.
I got to meet Keaton finally [in 1963]. He lived out in Woodland Hills on a little quarter of an acre. And I called his wife. I went on a Sunday, and was sitting there talking. And Buster’s walking around the house outside, looking in the windows. And I said, “Is he gonna come in?”
“Buster’s very shy. He’ll work his way up to it.” Finally, he came in. He had on his little flat hat and a ukulele, singing, “Oh Mr. Moon, Moon, Carolina Moon. Won’t you shine on –” That was his introduction to me.
You said it, Tim. I still member some of those priceless MTM Show episodes. The death of Chuckles the Clown; Mary dealing with insomnia (nobody has EVER portrayed better, on large screen or small, the agonized tossing and turning of an insomniac in bed); Mary arriving at a banquet, haggard and disheveled and looking like hell, to accept a big journalism award; and so many more.The Dick Van Dyke Show (still to me one of the top 2 workplace comedies of all time; MTM is the other)