Feather’s Music: My Tiny Guitar

Good after evening and welcome to a small guitar with only four strings.

That’s right; it’s ukulele time!

After (mutters a number incoherently) months.

There’s no real reason as to why I put my ukulele down, several months ago, and never picked it up again. Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true. Living in the cramped space of my childhood bedroom, in which 24 years worth of collected items are gathered, makes for an uncomfortably small creative space. I haven’t much room to breathe in there, and the rest of the house isn’t terribly welcoming for me to just sit and do whatever. I do actually have an office but it’s about a third of the size of my bedroom and is home to a family of vacuums, a wardrobe that holds no possession of mine and a cupboard also full of things that aren’t mine. So I have only half of that room for my things and I don’t really go in there anymore. Likely, the reason the vacuums moved in, in my absence.

They’re mocking me now. (Source)

So there’s no real space for me to work in relative comfort. Wherever I am, I’m crammed in, there’s stuff everywhere, moving stuff to find stuff I want to use creates more mess, and no matter how I tidy, it always reverts back to trash mountain. Now. I’m not really much of a neat freak (obviously) I’m quite happy to live amidst the chaos. In fact, I recently came to the realisation that were I to live alone I would 100% become a full-blown hoarder. The reason I have a problem with my mess is that it isn’t controlled. Things aren’t where I want them to be because I don’t have anywhere to put them because it’s taken up by someone else’s hoarding.

This unnecessarily long rant is to say that being a creator requires a moderate amount of organisation and I don’t have that, right now. To make matters worse, my piano lives in my office which is downstairs, off the living room and I can never get a quiet moment to play because the TV is being watched until the evening (usually something inane like X Factor which is musically depressing), at which point I’m too lazy to get up to play. It’s terrible. I used to play for hours on end and now I’ve forgotten virtually all of my repertoire (I just spent the last 15 minutes trying to remember that word that’s how out of touch I am).

What have I come to?? (Source)

However, after my gig on Tuesday night (another one at Ronnie’s), having a friend from work there see me perform has somehow given me a little push to pick up my ukulele again. Well, it was more the fact that only one of my work chums could make it that night (it was Jonny’s leaving drinks but he was the only one that made it, which is fair because they all mostly live in South West London, which is a bit of an ask to go to Soho on a Tuesday night, with work the next day). We have another leaving drinks for him tonight, and I half expect that I’ll be asked to sing something to make up for them missing me at Ronnie’s thus the ukulele. Although I’m not really all that sure I’ll actually take it with me, but here I am anyway, sitting at the kitchen table, trying to figure out the Double Dutch linguistics of UltimateGuitar.com for the millionth time.

It’s a great website, in that it reduces the work of having to figure out the chords by ear myself. However, more often than not, I get so fed up of how absurdly inaccurate some of these chord charts are that I end up doing that anyway, while using them as a vague guide. The problem is that I don’t know any chords on the ukulele just yet. At least, with the guitar, I have enough knowledge of basic chord structures that I might even conspire to write a song with that knowledge, but the ukulele I got nothin’.


Naturally, that’ll come with practice, should I ever bother to do that more than once every few months. For now, I’m attempting to play “Always” by Panic! At The Disco. It’s a nice gentle song with not a lot going on, so the main idea is to get the chords down and then sort of forge some kind of decent sounding strumming pattern that isn’t too clumsy, and doesn’t get in the way of trying to change chords. The chords themselves are actually pretty repetitive across the verse and chorus, with slight changes here and there and the jump between chords isn’t too extreme, so this should be a pretty easy song to get down with enough time put into it. The downside is that it’s much easier to play in G than in A (key signatures are like when I was talking about scales and their notes, but instead of just being the notes it also refers to chords), but this doesn’t change where the melody sits in my vocal range much, so I’m not mad about it.

Maybe I’ll record myself playing it (that’ll be the day). I might wait until my boyfriend buys the camera he’s been eyeing up for a while, then flutter my eyelashes at him to let me borrow it (he won’t because he’s stingy with his things but a girl can try).

Thanks for listening to I’m not sure what all that was.



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