Another cold and snowy day here in Winnipeg with no one to comfort me but my good old ukulele. The past couple days I've been dealing with a fever and have barely felt like playing, but today I went deep into my Bukka White Catalog and pulled out this old classic.
My friend Uke Jackson has a new blog and I thought I'd give him a nod and a wave. You can follow his ramblings at www.ukejackson.blogspot.com. If you stop by, tell him Hal sent ya.
Today it was -30 celcius when I woke up. I often think about how strange it is to be a ukulele player in a climate that is so different than the warm sun of Hawaii. I am Swedish and although I don't really like the cold, I don't like the heat either. I don't dream of lying on a tropical beach when I dream of holidays. I dream of visiting great museums and art galleries. I dream of hearing musicians from other areas play in their style. I dream of seeing great architecure and experiencing new cultural vistas.
Tuesdays are great. I look forward to tuesdays every week. Why you ask? Well quite simply cause I get to sleep in. In my other life my secret identity is as the manager of a retail guitar store in Winnipeg (sshhh don't tell anyone) , and I am at the store everyday by 9:30am. That means that I get up around 8am and do the morning stuff. But on Tuesdays I get to stay in bed and watch some morning TV or read or go back to bed. I usually surface sometime around 11am and begin a normal day. It is this time that I long for. I wrap myself in my comforter and doze. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Even though today is Tuesday and I can't stop wishing it were Monday night again and that I would get to sleep in tommorow. But now the world is calling me....stuff to do, bills to pay.
