When I signed up to “ukulele for absolute beginners” at the University, I had visions of being the oldest one there and being surrounded by pretentious hipsters. On the contrary, I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived to find I was the youngest there with some of my classmates pushing 70.
We plinked and plonked along, learning four chords and when I got home I proudly arranged my chord charts in my brand new clear file. Now to cut off my fingernails and try to remember to practice. Like the bass, and the lap harp and…
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