The decor is run-down diner, it is noisy as can be, but. The place was packed, they don't take reservations, and there was a waiting list ahead of us. Open for brunch on the weekend, and dinner weekday evenings, but not lunch, apparently. We discovered a new-to-us southern restaurant on the east side, The Screen Door. All the musicians in the crowd were mightily impressed when Hill did Billie Jean. Hill did a few songs, including Billie Jean, which pretty much has to be seen to be believed.īefore he started, he asked for a show of hands, uke players in the audience, and maybe a quarter of us were, or at least claimed to be.
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It was a great show, full of energy, ranging from jazz, to original stuff, to old-time stuff going back to the 1920s, and we had a fine ole time. Not just ukes, either, there was an accordion, fiddle, harmonica, stand-up bass, a banjo-lele (looks like a small banjo, played like a uke), and a guitar. House was packed, and the group had a fine ole time in a faux living room setting, couches and chairs and lamps and all. Anyway, as part of the deal, the teachers came to town afterward and put on a show at the Alberta Rose Theatre, and we decided to go, since one those teachers is the world-class uke player James Hill, whom I have mentioned here. Knowing where to put one's digits on the fretboard is not the same as being able to do it via muscle memory. I've been playing a month, and with the guitar background, I might have been able to keep up, but I expect there would have been some frustration.
If you'd been playing a couple years, the literature said, you'd probably be okay. Second, you needed some basic chops with the instrument that I don't have yet, including the ability to move smoothly between most of the major/minor/ and 7th chords, including some inversions.Īlso a few major chord scales wouldn't hurt. Sold out well in advance, and it wouldn't have done me any good had I wanted to go for two reasons: First, it sold out before I knew about it. Immersion kind of thing, all day, running into the evening, for a week. Well, twenty-miles out in the Gorge, near Corbett, actually. This past week, there was a Ukulele Camp in Portland. Those of you sick of the ukulele stuff, skip over this one.
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