Wukulele Festival

Even though customs decided not to let our lovely Shelley into the country. We still were able to have a bit of musical fun with Yan Yalego.







Thank you Yan!!

One that's gonna get away

Boredom + Weekend + Internet = Ebay

And I whish I'd never done it, because ever since I've found it I've been looking it up every few hours. If you would want to know what I love... THIS is what I absolutely love:


Favilla Teardrop 1920's

With only 1 day and 12 hours remaining, I keep looking at my sad, sobbing bankaccount.

Le grandeur d'ukulele

Finally! FINALLY! I'm done! Ahhh! All the pain and suffering, bruises, cuts, burns, severed limbs, hairloss, chemicals inhaled are over. For now that is.

It's all worth it. Starting out probably around february or march 2009 I came into contact with my next door neighbours. Well Marko & Shelley subtly pushed me towards the Ukeboxal ways and voila, I can present you 3 ukes (of which 2 in tune and one having a tendency towards sitar/zen/singing bowl)



Contestant number one originates partialy from Italia being an olive oil tin can, the neck and head are made from hardwood and notably made from scratch. Originally I'd put wooden sticks in for tuners but that wouldn't fly all that well so I wrecked the old tuners for a banjitar. It's quirky feature is that because the neck is on a bendable surface I had to strap it down, thus coming to the idea of putting a spanny-thingy (don't have the slightest idea how to call it) so you can adjust the height of the strings towards/away from the neck. It also makes and excellent tremolo.
Contestant number two is made from old computercasing, a steel pipe and some crap metal. It fitted with steel strings, can be used for weightlifting, makes a great slide ukulele, but actual playing it is messed up.
Contestant number three is affectionately dubbed Kraftwagenverbandkastenukulele. Made out of a first aid kit and a salvaged ukuleleneck. The bridge is an old syringe tube. The soundhole was made sweet love to by a Bosch electric drill and a random wooddrill.



If you yourself are that sweet to have read this heapload of text, I will love and cherish you forever.

What to do on a Saturdaynight?

Ooh! I know, play washtub in 'de Ooievaar' with the neighbours dearest.



Little bit muffled sound, but with some decent speakers you ought to manage. (or turn up the bass)
Thanks to Marko & Shelley!