My first ukulele lesson this past Wednesday was great. Pops was pleased to learn about my novely radio history, and we talked about cartoons and vaudeville at great length. Oh, and ukuleles, too. Pops doesn't believe in picks, so if I want to get some good strumming going, I'm going to have to figure out how to stop chewing my fingernails. He's also trying to find me a concertina teacher in Austin. Made some calls while I was there, as a matter of fact. We talked a little bit about chord theory, and he gave me some patterns to practice. Oh, and at my request, he gave me a list of about 20 ukulele artists to listen to. Wes, you'll be happy to know that Petty Booka was on that list.
I get back on Monday. Who's up for Mini-Golf sometime next week?