Haven’t found my voice yet
As you lovely followers may or may not know, I am a big fan of the ukulele (and tacos too, but that’s a subject for another blog) and I can play along quite happily to lots of songs that I know while also probably being a nightmare for others to play along with…what is thing thing they keep calling tempo? And I get weirdly happy by playing along to songs that I recognize, you should see me playing through the middle verses of House of the Rising Sun, it feels like a study in intensity. And while I’m a bit spastic in my playing when I’m really feeling it, I can still commit to making my ukulele just as loud as possible while I’m doing it.
Playing songs for myself is the most important thing for me because as long as it makes me happy I don’t care about a lot else. It would be nice to share more with others though and that’s where the singing comes in. I’m not a finger-style virtuoso so I kinda got to bring some words to spice up the whole experience for others.
I think I sound great in the car or in the shower or even when I’m bombing down the road on my bike but for some reason when you give me an instrument and a microphone it feels ghastly. I think it probably sounds pretty ghastly too, so I haven’t quite found my voice yet. I think it’s a question of commitment. I feel like I have to commit to the voice and I am apparently not quite there yet.
