<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942</id><updated>2011-10-11T05:32:23.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uke Gal</title><subtitle type='html'>MUSINGS ON THE UKULELE, ALONG WITH ASSORTED DIGRESSIONS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-3550613663408347031</id><published>2009-03-23T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:58:17.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taimane Gardner in SF</title><content type='html'>Saw Taimane fire up the 'ukulele on Thursday night at 111 Minna gallery in San Francisco.  She opened for big wave surfer, Garrett McNamara (GMAC!), who did a slide show and Q&amp;A session, all sponsored by Outside magazine (one of my favorite publications.)  Free admission, food and beer were in abundance, but I would have paid dearly to go to this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taimane played a 45 minute set and I was amazed to be three feet away.  She regaled the audience with her trademark medleys, which aptly pair rock and roll and classical pieces together.  She definitely has a unique and enthralling style.  Great to be able to enjoy a whole set of her music after only getting to hear one song at last year's luau in February (see March 18, 2008 post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some of the video I shot and edited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXfzH7ksL1M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXfzH7ksL1M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-3550613663408347031?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/3550613663408347031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=3550613663408347031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/3550613663408347031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/3550613663408347031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2009/03/taimane-gardner-in-sf.html' title='Taimane Gardner in SF'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-6184984849974814406</id><published>2009-02-20T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:39:28.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukulele Club of Santa Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SZ73586RiII/AAAAAAAAAOE/N_Nn3HxPlls/s1600-h/UCSC_Barb_Carol_Jeff_Sandor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SZ73586RiII/AAAAAAAAAOE/N_Nn3HxPlls/s320/UCSC_Barb_Carol_Jeff_Sandor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304949986064173186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it down to the famous Santa Cruz Ukulele Club.  As you can see in this photo, a great time was had by all!  (BTW, I'm towards the left in the navy sweatshirt with a shark.)  I went with my friend, Jeff, aka humbleuker (check out his blog on blogspot for great ukulele links, commentary, etc).  Hiram Bell taught a workshop, then there was the house band (a constantly changing group of club members who just have fun playing various acoustic instruments and jamming).  Next an hour of songs that the club played in a most raucous manner (note photo!)  Lastly, a concert by Hiram.  He really burns up that uke!  I'm tired today after the late night with the driving and all, but it was well wroth it.  snore.........OOPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-6184984849974814406?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/6184984849974814406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=6184984849974814406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6184984849974814406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6184984849974814406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2009/02/ukulele-club-of-santa-cruz.html' title='Ukulele Club of Santa Cruz'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SZ73586RiII/AAAAAAAAAOE/N_Nn3HxPlls/s72-c/UCSC_Barb_Carol_Jeff_Sandor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-393889575806166347</id><published>2009-02-02T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:30:56.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy G, Crazy Me!</title><content type='html'>This is the longest I've gone without putting up a post and recording a video!  I used to practice at least an hour a day, but I've had a lot going on to prevent me from playing...mainly that I moved and it has been crazy, busy!  Hence the name of the song I selected to record this time 'round.  Also, since I have hardly picked up the 'uke in a couple of months, thought I'd select something simple.  I guess it could be difficult if I tried to play it like Jake Shimabukuro!  OH, BTW, I had carpal tunnel surgery a couple of weeks ago, so I think I'm doing pretty well.  (Eeeekkk!  It's been so long that I had to relearn how to embed video from YouTube...guess I've been spending too long on that Facebook account of mine!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGPXEHUDJCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGPXEHUDJCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-393889575806166347?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/393889575806166347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=393889575806166347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/393889575806166347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/393889575806166347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-g-crazy-me.html' title='Crazy G, Crazy Me!'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-2648324743819105614</id><published>2008-10-17T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:22:11.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Annual Wine Country 'Ukulele Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I attended the First Annual Wine Country 'Ukulele Festival last weekend, October 10-11, in St. Helena, Napa Valley, California.  My friend, Romy, and I stayed in Calistoga, home of mud bath treatments, but, alas we were too busy with 'uke events and Hawaiian culture to partake of the spa thing!  A dip in the mineral pool was about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before I delve into details I must say, WHAT A POSITIVE AND TRANSFORMATIONAL EXPERIENCE!  The event was well-organized and well-attended.  Too much to do in too little time, so you had to pick and choose but everyone should have such problems, huh?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started our afternoon on Friday with a three hour cooking class taught by Keoki Kahumoku, grammy-winning slack key guitarist and ukuleleist!   OK, when I looked in the window of the kitchen and saw people standing around ready to work, I thought "What am I doing here?!"  Cooking doesn't tend to be a fun experience for me.  This class turned out beyond my wildest expectations.  I grabbed a stool and sat back while watching Keoki cook and listened while he regaled us with his wonderful stories of growing up in the islands, hunting on and working his farm, GMO foods politics, you name it!  OH!  And we also got to eat loads of unbelievable foods:  poke ahi, lomilomi salmon (with local heirloom tomatoes), smoked octopus and more.  He was up half that night cooking these and kalua pork for the next night's luau.  The food was some of the best I've ever had and was a treat because Keoki brought many of the ingredients from his farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPkovkZxzQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cGt9xKl2tAk/s1600-h/P1000902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPkovkZxzQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cGt9xKl2tAk/s320/P1000902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258278837622525186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skinning the ahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        Lomilomi salmon coming up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPkpGh9MgkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eeACF2O_0Co/s1600-h/P1000910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPkpGh9MgkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eeACF2O_0Co/s320/P1000910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258279232102761026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was back to back workshops from 9:30 a.m til nearly 5 p.m.  There were also ukulele performances at the same time outside but I never made it to any of these because I was so busy soaking up knowledge.  Many 'ukulele luthiers were on hand, but since I've been placed on a 'ukulele moratorium by my family, I did no looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPlr119_KSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WfWAQSePz9s/s1600-h/P1000912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPlr119_KSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WfWAQSePz9s/s320/P1000912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258352612696074530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first workshop I attended was James Hill's "Ukulele, Pass It On."  Besides being an innovative player, James is devoting much time to the creation of a 'ukulele pedagogy. (He grew up in Langley, British Columbia where the instrument is taught in the public schools.)  The idea is that sooner or later you are going to find yourself teaching 'ukulele to someone else.  James has a rare ability to be able to deconstruct concepts and have people interact musically with one another while mixing it up.  Many players "teach" but James really is a teacher of music in the true sense of the word.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so impressed that I decided to stay on in James' next session, "Swing 'Ukulele, Swing."  James introduced the swing strum and chords (embellishments on more basic chords).  However, the more important musical lesson was about how music is really about "where you put the note" and how a "vacuum pulls the audience along."  There is tension created in the waiting and a satisfaction when we finally get "it."  James took us through a tough exercise where he challenged us to keep slowing down our strumming further and further to create longing and subtlety in our playing.  This lessons are really in line with what I once read about Miles Davis who said that music is all about the silences.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPlzVXPNpoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QrD8gd3DsMU/s1600-h/P1000925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPlzVXPNpoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QrD8gd3DsMU/s320/P1000925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258360850784036482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next on the list was a workshop called "Strum-cersizes and Ornamentology" with Ralph Shaw.  Ralph originally hails from Britain and plays the true British 'ukulele, or what we Americans would call a banjo uke. His repertoire includes lots of old George Formby tunes, and he has the twinkle in his eye to go along with the humorous lyrics.  I loved this workshop although I'm dubious as to my physical abilities to carry off some of these rapid-fire strums!  But I definitely picked up some pointers on how to add some pizzazz to my playing.  To the left you can see Ralph with one happy workshop participant (me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last workshop of the day was "Fun with your 'Ukulele" with Mark Kailana Nelson. I was really interested in meeting Mark as I'd recently bought his book on fingerstyle 'ukulele picking, and it has some impressive tabbed arrangements and excellent performance notes.  Mark did not disappoint:  we covered a number of simple two or three chord songs that were enhanced with interesting licks.  It also put a lot together which reminded me of how much I've already learned in my short 'ukulele career to date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after 5 p.m. was luau time. Wine was flowing aplenty because, after all, we WERE in the wine country!  Keoki's food was superb. And one of the best parts of the experience was connecting with all my 'ukulele friends (I had more than I thought!)...and I made a few more.  Here I am with Romy and Keoki:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPoauidtngI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3NqhNtLFyg/s1600-h/P1000927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPoauidtngI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3NqhNtLFyg/s320/P1000927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544901736209922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ran off to the concert from 8  to 11 p.m.  Featured were performances by Ralph Shaw, James Hill, Keoki Kahumoku, and Herb Ohta Jr.  The music ranged from traditional Hawaiian (including a lovely hula by Robyn Mahealani Kneubuhl) to Tin Pan Alley to avant garde to just plain humorous.  Ralph Shaw had us rolling on the floor with tears in our eyes.  What a great time!  Here's a sample of with Ralph Shaw and James Hill doing "Yodelele Lady":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvDcLdKLbe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvDcLdKLbe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-2648324743819105614?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/2648324743819105614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=2648324743819105614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2648324743819105614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2648324743819105614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-annual-wine-country-ukulele.html' title='First Annual Wine Country &apos;Ukulele Festival'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SPkovkZxzQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cGt9xKl2tAk/s72-c/P1000902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-6352736352951900331</id><published>2008-09-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:52:29.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>I learned this one with Hiram Bell.  Hope it doesn't disappoint....yes, I know I don't do the WHOLE song, where it really kicks up the pace.  Maybe I'll get to that part at some point in my currently busy life.  But in the meantime hope you enjoy what I got!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xf50tlnYm18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xf50tlnYm18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-6352736352951900331?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/6352736352951900331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=6352736352951900331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6352736352951900331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6352736352951900331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/09/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-2224831629936283066</id><published>2008-09-05T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:37:27.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice in This Weather?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SMFeSzQLjNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kw-myberg_s/s1600-h/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SMFeSzQLjNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kw-myberg_s/s320/73.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242575118324698322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am to the right to let you know that it's been really HOT here!  Our usual summer temps are highs of 75 degrees or so, sometimes a foggy 68.  So our homes don't tend to have air conditioning.  But the last days we've been hitting into the 90's.  House gets way too hot to be motivated to do much of anything but the bare essentials...laundry is piling up and don't even talk about 'ukulele practice!  Big smog build up too.  But as you can see, Rachel and I are putting on a good face on in spite of the continued heat in the forecast.  Good thing we have a pool to go to nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SMFforp2V_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DH2gIWan8sE/s1600-h/71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SMFforp2V_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DH2gIWan8sE/s320/71.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242576593753626610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-2224831629936283066?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/2224831629936283066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=2224831629936283066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2224831629936283066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2224831629936283066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/09/practice-in-this-weather.html' title='Practice in This Weather?!'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SMFeSzQLjNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kw-myberg_s/s72-c/73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-6887993940120190460</id><published>2008-09-01T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:45:08.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Steals a Base!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a lucky girl my daughter is!  Rachel got selected by the Oakland A's organization to be the contestant in "Steal the Base":  she had to run from the left field wall to 3rd base, pick up the base and run back in 45 seconds.  It was amazing hearing her name announced twice over the PA system and the whole stadium went WILD cheering her on!  She got lots of great free stuff:  a  T-shirt, a signed baseball, AND a $25 gift card.  Maybe Rachel will take her parents to a game with this??!!  Actually, she already had as we got free tickets and parking (and it was a fireworks game, not to mention that the A's had a dramatic last minute win!)  Rachel basked in her fame everytime we walked around the stadium and folks recognized her.  You GO girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiGV9SeL3eI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiGV9SeL3eI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-6887993940120190460?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/6887993940120190460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=6887993940120190460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6887993940120190460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6887993940120190460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-steals-base.html' title='She Steals a Base!!!'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-3907400172303567977</id><published>2008-08-10T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:12:29.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiram Bell in Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJ8ooZkIbbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RnwTq47K25U/s1600-h/P1000806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJ8ooZkIbbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RnwTq47K25U/s320/P1000806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232945966550117810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been taking 'ukulele lessons from Hiram Bell for the last couple of months.  He's a phenomenal teacher, willing to attack many different musical styles and one of the few who has a passion for rock and roll. Hiram also provides a firm grounding in music theory and I'm a real theory geek!  As I mentioned in the previous post, I got to travel to Waikiki to play with his band at the largest 'ukulele festival in the world!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiram hails from Honolulu, having studied at the historic Kawaihao Church in Honolulu as well as at the University of Hawaii.  He played a concert at Mike DaSilva's Berkeley studio in early August where he held the audience's attention with his unique arrangements of songs like Jessica by the Allman Brothers, Here Comes the Sun by George Harrison, not to mention many wonderful Hawaiian tunes.  A good time was had by all!&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-3907400172303567977?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/3907400172303567977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=3907400172303567977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/3907400172303567977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/3907400172303567977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiram-bell-in-concert.html' title='Hiram Bell in Concert'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJ8ooZkIbbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RnwTq47K25U/s72-c/P1000806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-7684066231458700319</id><published>2008-07-30T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:06:57.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbuck's 38th Annual Ukulele Festival, Waikiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJTC9LJvvPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PZ4HZXrU4jM/s1600-h/P1000732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJTC9LJvvPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PZ4HZXrU4jM/s320/P1000732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230019423505464562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the unbelievable opportunity to be invited to play in this 'ukulele festival, as my teacher, Hiram Bell, brings a group of his students, the HUI or Hailama 'Ukulele Institute, every other year to represent players from California.  The world's largest uke festival attracts thousands and takes place in Kapiolani Park Bandshell, Waikiki. According to festival founder, Roy Sakuma, the event brings together "professionals and amateurs, young and old, performers and fans, all for the love of the instrument and the melodious sounds that emanate from it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXBHYcTFCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y00qxW119L0/s1600-h/P1000769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXBHYcTFCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y00qxW119L0/s320/P1000769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230298874825085986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo to the left shows just how many turned out on this balmy Hawaiian morning, braving an earlier threatening drizzle which turned sunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from as far away as Guam and Japan, the performers included reknowned names such as Bryan Tolentino, Herb "Ohta-San" and James Hill, as well as the 700-piece band composed of Roy Sakuma's students.  It was a rare opportunity to hear Sakuma and Ohta-San play a piece together (see below).  They regaled the audience with some stories of their times going way back to their youth together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXfryh3m3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/bSAKaQIYDUw/s1600-h/P1000774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXfryh3m3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/bSAKaQIYDUw/s320/P1000774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230332485651897202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing James Hill was a real treat.  Like Jake Shimabukuro, James utilizes novel techniques that you would never think to try with this instrument of traditional Hawaiian music.  Besides recording and performing, James has also developed a school curriculum for the ukulele:  he grew up in Langley, British Columbia where the kids learn uke instead of the recorder.  So as his opening number, James taught the 700 student band a song to play on the spot.  Next, from the bento box lunch he used the wooden chopsticks, drawing them across and hammering the strings of his uke and producing innovative and musical sounds with an East Asian influence.  James rounded out his set with his "Ode to a Frozen Boot," reflecting his Canadian roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXghiDtN3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LR3aXaBmhcg/s1600-h/P1000776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXghiDtN3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LR3aXaBmhcg/s320/P1000776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230333408943355762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXgycv9OCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k4kOxi73WDY/s1600-h/P1000766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJXgycv9OCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k4kOxi73WDY/s320/P1000766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230333699576117282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly fortunate to get to speak to him backstage about his ukulele and education ideas, particularly since I have an interest in developing a kids' class locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AND for the actual performance itself...it was almost indescribable.  Just beforehand I had the realization that this is what I'd been working toward and looking forward to for the last several months, so it was almost surreal that it was actually happening.  Turns out that I felt very relaxed onstage, more that I'd been at some open mic events!  Here's a photo of Hiram and the HUI rehearsing in the park beforehand and one of us onstage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJYGYi4T1fI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VCjNNSjfmbY/s1600-h/P1000730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJYGYi4T1fI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VCjNNSjfmbY/s320/P1000730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230375035987023346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJYHODFwhWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8luD8L3JXxE/s1600-h/P1000749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJYHODFwhWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8luD8L3JXxE/s320/P1000749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230375955166430562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the following movie I put together with some of the video clips of our group practicing and performing...(BTW, Rachel served as the excellent photographer and videographer, so many thanks to her skill and patience through all my practicing and the day of the event.  Also I am grateful to my husband for his seemingly boundless support to make this all become a reality!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvajFIkpE9U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvajFIkpE9U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJaPxDmE16I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7-elZAzSKFc/s1600-h/P1000765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJaPxDmE16I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7-elZAzSKFc/s320/P1000765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526090178779042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all thank Roy Sakuma who has organized this wonderful event for 38 years and continues to bring the joy of 'ukulele playing to countless children through his premiere ukulele school.  I was lucky enough to meet him backstage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we went over for a few extra days, we had the chance to do some other things as well.  Among them were surfing, outrigger canoeing, a submarine ride to 120 feet in depth (!), seeing Cirque de Hawaii, and experiencing a Puka Dog (say what?!) OK, we heard of Puka Dog from the Anthony Bourdain show, "No Reservations" on Travel Channel. It's a little hot dog stand in the International Marketplace serving hot dogs in yummy tubular buns (Swiss recipe) that they squirt full of a garlicky mayo (think aoli), tropical fruit flavored relish (lilikoi, mango, guava) and special mustard.  There's actually about twenty different condiment choices.  Then they slide in the dog.  Mmmm.  They also have shaved ice to rival Matsumoto's on the North Shore!  I had mine with ice cream on the bottom and coconut creme and azuki beans on top.  I better start exercising soon!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a Honu we saw from the submarine and the close-up of a Puka Dog!  Hopefully you will know which is which!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJaTGfrbIzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uM33uBF4La4/s1600-h/P1000713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJaTGfrbIzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uM33uBF4La4/s320/P1000713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230529757029540658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJaT8skp-tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4ImfDS9gpI8/s1600-h/P1000679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJaT8skp-tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4ImfDS9gpI8/s320/P1000679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230530688203750098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ALOHHHAAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-7684066231458700319?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/7684066231458700319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=7684066231458700319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/7684066231458700319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/7684066231458700319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/07/starbucks-38th-annual-ukulele-festival.html' title='Starbuck&apos;s 38th Annual Ukulele Festival, Waikiki'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SJTC9LJvvPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PZ4HZXrU4jM/s72-c/P1000732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-199483729312669933</id><published>2008-07-22T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:56:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Itchin'" for You to See This One!</title><content type='html'>Hey folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many months ago I rented the movie, Arctic Tale, with my daughter.  It's a heartfelt story addressing impacts of global warming but told for the younger set.  I noticed that one of the songs in the movie included a ukulele of all things, and since I liked most all the songs, I purchased the soundtrack.  Most of the songs were written by Grant-Lee Phillips.  This was my first introduction to his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm warning you that we got a little carried away and did two versions of the song.  You be the judge of which one you like better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchin' Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7y6_GJkPms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7y6_GJkPms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchin' Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CaUhCQgycW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CaUhCQgycW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-199483729312669933?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/199483729312669933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=199483729312669933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/199483729312669933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/199483729312669933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/07/test-video.html' title='&quot;Itchin&apos;&quot; for You to See This One!'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-8170630320716427400</id><published>2008-07-16T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:04:29.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Sport with a Hawaiian Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SIddHzoIYlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jQX4GSuQikU/s1600-h/P1000555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SIddHzoIYlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jQX4GSuQikU/s320/P1000555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226248281285747282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recent trip to Bend, Oregon I checked out the sport of stand-up paddleboarding, and it really agreed with me!  Admittedly, doing it on the Deschutes River and not the open ocean is a LITTLE less challenging but, nevertheless, a great work out.  Not sure that I have the guts to give it a go on my upcoming trip to Hawaii, though.  Watch out Laird Hamilton!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-8170630320716427400?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/8170630320716427400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=8170630320716427400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/8170630320716427400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/8170630320716427400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-sport-with-hawaiian-connection.html' title='A New Sport with a Hawaiian Connection'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SIddHzoIYlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jQX4GSuQikU/s72-c/P1000555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-2450121524934674355</id><published>2008-06-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:07:37.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukulele Festival of Northern California and The Royal Hawaiian Ukulele Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEYgN6U-oWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A8k9ZOzA0FQ/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEYgN6U-oWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A8k9ZOzA0FQ/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207885442468192610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday April 27 I went with my daughter, Rachel, to the Ukulele Festival of Northern California, held annually in Hayward, California.  There were lots of groups that performed, as well as ukuleles and Hawaiian things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught several terrific performances including that of The Royal Hawaiian Ukulele Band which plays at the Temple Bar in Berkeley.  Rachel was tickled by them as they looked like they were having a lot of fun with their music.  I went to their meetings a couple of times when I first started ukulele nearly two years ago.  However, at that point, I'd only taught myself a few chords and found the group all too intimidating! Recently, however, I have rejoined the group and find that not only can I keep up, but I really enjoy the mix of mostly Hawaiian songs that they play.  The band mixes in some melody finger picking together with the chord strumming for variety.  But best of all, they are an exceedingly warm and welcoming group.  They play once a week, and I try to make it at least three times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEYiHaU-oYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h0NGrN-mOMs/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEYiHaU-oYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h0NGrN-mOMs/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207887529822298498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ran into our friend, Kathy Quain, whom I originally met at the Berkeley Ukulele Club.  Kathy is an extremely talented teacher, music therapist and performer.  As my husband, Dave, commented about her performing, you can actually "hear" her smiling through the sound of her singing.  Both Rachel and I have been taking piano lessons with her, although Kathy and I call my lesson something more like lessons in overall musicianship.  I am learning so much from her that can be applied to piano, ukulele and singing.  We also saw Fran from the ukulele club.  Here we are all together at the festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEYgOaU-oXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cTQauVIOjK8/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-2450121524934674355?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/2450121524934674355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=2450121524934674355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2450121524934674355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2450121524934674355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/06/ukulele-festival-of-northern-california.html' title='Ukulele Festival of Northern California and The Royal Hawaiian Ukulele Band'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEYgN6U-oWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A8k9ZOzA0FQ/s72-c/IMG_0739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-1434625357758341569</id><published>2008-05-27T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:19:23.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Carol(e)</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of ukulele happenings I will have to catch you up on soon.  So many that I haven't written in nearly two months.  But for now, I thought I'd apprise you of this uke player tidbit I just found:  yet another famous person(s) who picked up a ukulele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading "Girls Like Us."  No, it's not a summer reading trashy chick-lit novel.  Instead it chronicles the lives and careers of Carole King, Joni Mitchell, and Carly Simon and the journey of their generation.  I remember growing up on their music.  I was especially a huge fan of Carole's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the book tells of a time early on when Carole King won a talent show as a child and requested a baritone ukulele as her prize.  But as if this weren't enough, she appeared soon after on Ted Mack's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original Amateur Hour&lt;/span&gt;, strumming that uke through a rousing rendition of the hit parade-topping "Shrimp Boats!"  I sure wish I could find a clip of that appearance on YouTube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that when I was growing up my parents thought I resembled Carole King.  You be the judge! Now I was a bit younger than she in this photo, but I thought it gave the best image with the profile and wavy/curly hair.  Although shorter here, my hair used to be long and flowing like hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEXRNqU-oUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DAFNqGQ8b2Q/s1600-h/carole+king+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEXRNqU-oUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DAFNqGQ8b2Q/s320/carole+king+look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207798576754630978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEXSLqU-oVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dlXnIwLoYcw/s1600-h/518b3cx9qqL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEXSLqU-oVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dlXnIwLoYcw/s320/518b3cx9qqL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207799641906520402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse, I've been sidetracked on her music over the last couple of weeks.  Meaning:  ukulele playing has been suffering at the expense of piano playing:  I bought a book of great piano arrangements of Carole King's songs and am having a groovin' time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Now I got further into the book and found out that around her junior year Joni bought herself a $38 baritone ukulele and a Pete Seeger songbook.  Who knew?!  According to the book, she was in love with performing, but she had a weird/squeaky voice and she played the ukulele so much at sleepovers that her friends wanted to say "Please, Joni, take your ukulele and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go home!&lt;/span&gt;"  Ouch!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-1434625357758341569?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/1434625357758341569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=1434625357758341569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/1434625357758341569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/1434625357758341569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-carole.html' title='Another Carol(e)'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/SEXRNqU-oUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DAFNqGQ8b2Q/s72-c/carole+king+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-2462612702955789858</id><published>2008-03-28T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:41:31.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha Oe</title><content type='html'>As I've threatened, I'm working on learning more chord melodies.  I've taken a couple of lessons from Herb Ohta Jr, who has greatly emphasized that to take my playing to the next level,  I need to learn the fretboard in my sleep!  So that is what I'm concentrating on for the time being...rather barely mastering playing whatever anyone shoves under my nose.  You'd be proud of me:  I've begun to decline taking handouts of music at my local uke club.  (Hey, it's part of my self-designed 12-step program to break the addiction to play everything!)  I'm also trying to really memorize a few tunes so that when someone plops a uke into my hands I don't stammer that I just don't have my music available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aloha Oe is one of the first things I've mastered.  A simple and beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d6adb7f98d748ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d6adb7f98d748ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D0E77A7C15D70F4C3B4D1D070CA3AF45A429DA4.4EB75C739F602F16EAC9DF6A20ECA0602E4EE47F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d6adb7f98d748ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5u1hqJ_I0ggAnweeJ9FM3EUDgs8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d6adb7f98d748ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D0E77A7C15D70F4C3B4D1D070CA3AF45A429DA4.4EB75C739F602F16EAC9DF6A20ECA0602E4EE47F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d6adb7f98d748ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5u1hqJ_I0ggAnweeJ9FM3EUDgs8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-2462612702955789858?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d6adb7f98d748ff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/2462612702955789858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=2462612702955789858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2462612702955789858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2462612702955789858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/03/aloha-oe.html' title='Aloha Oe'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-6000341169112148588</id><published>2008-03-18T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:51:45.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Ukulele!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x2NHIAa-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/PbNbsXOI87I/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x2NHIAa-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/PbNbsXOI87I/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182647238819605474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February I escaped for nearly a week to Waikiki, one of my favorite places of all time.  Had a great vacation with the family.  Waikiki has the best beach:  it's so shallow you can just walk on out for hundreds of yards, and the way off-shore reefs protect the more shallow areas from sharks!  I used to go there every year with my parents and stay at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, where we got to stay this time.  So I was lucky to relive lots of old memories and make some new ones!  Here is the view of Diamond Head from our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the great things we did: snorkeling in Hanauma Bay, riding an outrigger canoe, surfing and body boarding at Waikiki Beach, and enjoying a luau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-xzu3IAa8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sXfY_jMmvRs/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-xzu3IAa8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sXfY_jMmvRs/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182644520105307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rachel and I took our first surfing lesson where we were finally hanging ten!  Now she is a natural, but as you can see below, I was also able to hold my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-yEOXIAbGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iGEOaUpgaFg/s1600-h/IMG_9730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-yEOXIAbGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iGEOaUpgaFg/s320/IMG_9730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182662653457230946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x3XHIAa_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZWAnion8t9Y/s1600-h/CAROL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x3XHIAa_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZWAnion8t9Y/s320/CAROL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182648510129925106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dave did pretty well too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x3XHIAa_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZWAnion8t9Y/s1600-h/CAROL.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would a trip to Hawaii be without some ukulele action, you say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Hy's Steakhouse to hear Herb Ohta Jr.  That was an incredible treat getting to  chat with him and see his artistry up close.  Herb is a very low-key person who is truly a ukulele player's player.  Go see him if you get to Honolulu as he plays there regularly when he isn't touring.  Herb plays a Ko'Aloha custom tenor.  I tried some of the Ko'Aloha's out in the local shop and that may well be my next acoustic ukulele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Taimane Gardner at the Royal Hawaiian Luau.  She did one medley of songs that left the audience breathless.  In case you were wondering, she plays a custom Kamaka 8-string with several of the strings removed to give her room on the fretboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x1t3IAa9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/nLyLDGeUejA/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x1t3IAa9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/nLyLDGeUejA/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182646701948693458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drum roll, please!  I did get a new ukulele...it is an soprano-sized Ohana made just for the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, so it had a special meaning for me.  Now I can have one ukulele that has a high G string and still has that Hawaiian "ukey" sound, and now I can change out the G string to a low G on my concert-sized Mele, perfect for working out finger picking solos.  The Ohana has the memorable Royal Hawaiian logo on its headstock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x8m3IAbBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vZTIfQ12NSY/s1600-h/Ohana+headstock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x8m3IAbBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vZTIfQ12NSY/s320/Ohana+headstock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182654278271003666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x-eHIAbCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FfRs6F3_5t8/s1600-h/Ohana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x-eHIAbCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FfRs6F3_5t8/s320/Ohana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182656326970403874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I own a Carol Siegal signature Mele concert ukulele with a low G string. It's all in the headstock design below (the bunny ears are courtesy of Rachel!)&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-yCcXIAbFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4Nn7MxJm4XE/s1600-h/abalone+seahorse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-yCcXIAbFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4Nn7MxJm4XE/s320/abalone+seahorse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182660694952143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-6000341169112148588?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/6000341169112148588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=6000341169112148588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6000341169112148588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6000341169112148588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-ukulele.html' title='A New Ukulele!'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R-x2NHIAa-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/PbNbsXOI87I/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-857980174763068927</id><published>2008-02-24T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:49:54.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where've I Been?</title><content type='html'>OK.  I haven't posted for quite awhile.  Life's been busy, but I've continued to play my uke.  But I've also been revisiting where I want to go next with it all.  I have a habit of getting yanked whichever way the wind blows.  Meaning:  every time I find a new song I like, I want to do it.  Result:  endless binders full of music that I can only kind of play/sing.  Jack of all trades and master of none!  So I've been spending a lot of time winnowing down the repertoire.  I had lots more listed, but now I've got it down to only songs that I REALLY like or that I can REALLY do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the other place that I'm going with all of this...at this point I can play a heck of a lottta chords on the uke and even play them up the neck. (For you newbies, this means in alternate positions on different places on the fretboard!)  But I am now going to concentrate on learning to play more songs without the necessity of singing along.  This means more chord melodies and fingerstyle playing.  This doesn't mean that I'll stop singing...see, I've also been busy transposing songs to "my key."  Now I'm beginning to feel like a real musician!  Just remember that my preferred key is D, OK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-857980174763068927?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/857980174763068927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=857980174763068927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/857980174763068927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/857980174763068927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2008/02/whereve-i-been.html' title='Where&apos;ve I Been?'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-6982767015449150261</id><published>2007-12-18T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:37:17.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa, Where's My Sable?</title><content type='html'>'Tis the season for receiving presents, right?  And as you can see in this video of Santa Baby, I am in serious need of a new fur.  The one I'm wearing is probably roadkill since it is the raccoon collar from my coat.  Ha, ha, ha!  I hope I haven't ruffled the fur of all you pro-animal types out there!  Ho, ho, ho!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I think this song is just great...it is from such a bygone era that it seems almost a little camp today.  Recorded in 1953 by Eartha Kitt.  Redone by Madonna amongst others.  Who today, except for the Material girl herself, would have the nerve to ask for so much fancy loot based on having been "an awful good girl?"  So I try to sing it with the kind of guts you better have if you're going to be as bold as she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60787071f3964bca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60787071f3964bca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D392338A3418D461AA2ADD02BD898944ACB39EC.377C5AF6510B8E1824F826B88897108995B5CC35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60787071f3964bca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr37H7koftTDM5nFL8D-158gGQ_s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60787071f3964bca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D392338A3418D461AA2ADD02BD898944ACB39EC.377C5AF6510B8E1824F826B88897108995B5CC35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60787071f3964bca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr37H7koftTDM5nFL8D-158gGQ_s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my leopard print top.  Just seemed to fit the bill for this song.  You should see this late 1950s photo of my mother wearing a bikini of similar ilk. Va-va-voom! She was a real looker. Hope you enjoy this song in the spirit of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R2yr9gmJX5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/C7u3SvIET7c/s1600-h/uke+snowman+icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R2yr9gmJX5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/C7u3SvIET7c/s320/uke+snowman+icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146677547387936658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.  I got to play and sing holiday ditties with my friend, Erich, at Mike DaSilva's open studio in Berkeley.  Mike's a luthier who builds some awesome ukes.  Anyway, we stuck to non-religious holiday  songs which are about my speed.  Now I can't stop humming  "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer." Check back for a photos of this event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-6982767015449150261?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60787071f3964bca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/6982767015449150261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=6982767015449150261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6982767015449150261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6982767015449150261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-wheres-my-sable.html' title='Santa, Where&apos;s My Sable?'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R2yr9gmJX5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/C7u3SvIET7c/s72-c/uke+snowman+icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-1575083997805770162</id><published>2007-12-12T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:47:06.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many moons ago I read "Into the Wild" by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside Magazine&lt;/span&gt; writer Jon Krakauer.  It's a true story about 22 year-old Chris McCandless, who throws off the shackles of privilege and spends two years missing as he adventures across the country. McCandless eventually gives away all his savings to wind up in the Alaskan wilderness where he perishes after an 112 day odyssey with nature and himself.  Sean Penn directed the film adaptation which is closely entwined with Eddie Vedder's hauntingly beautiful soundtrack, stripped down to acoustic guitar and sometimes ukulele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music, as well as the story, have become deeply planted into my consciousness...to the point where I've become compelled to learn "Rise," an amazingly simple tune which Vedder actually plays on the mandolin.  Hope you enjoy hearing it as much as I do playing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb88015a65ef3017" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb88015a65ef3017%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4925B819B5509C34711AC76E5109C1C6B50D791A.234884FE29432DF62EAD370A1BC1322FF8402360%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb88015a65ef3017%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA68BGZppLPP1fnCWnf_02XcbtRM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb88015a65ef3017%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4925B819B5509C34711AC76E5109C1C6B50D791A.234884FE29432DF62EAD370A1BC1322FF8402360%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb88015a65ef3017%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA68BGZppLPP1fnCWnf_02XcbtRM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R2BdKI9DsoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yP9Nf6trSIw/s1600-h/Eddie+Vedder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R2BdKI9DsoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yP9Nf6trSIw/s320/Eddie+Vedder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143213203240759938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BTW, Eddie Vedder is quite known for including ukulele tracks on his recordings...apparently he contributed a ukulele song “Goodbye” to the soundtrack for Jack Johnson’s surfing documentary &lt;em&gt;A Brokedown Melody&lt;/em&gt;.   I'm going to have to check out both the tune AND the flick, especially since I'm a surfing girl and awaiting the Maverick's competition (no, no, to observe, not to surf!!) Here he is on the uke.  Wonder what kind he plays??  When I did "Rise" at my uke club's open mic last night, found out that Vedder has a house on Molokai.  Well, ALOHA, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-1575083997805770162?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb88015a65ef3017&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/1575083997805770162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=1575083997805770162' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/1575083997805770162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/1575083997805770162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/12/into-wild.html' title='Into the Wild'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R2BdKI9DsoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yP9Nf6trSIw/s72-c/Eddie+Vedder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-6136543635742465275</id><published>2007-11-28T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:03:54.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame But , Alas, No Fortune!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R03VOTSbnbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ga_BDqU80MM/s1600-h/SF+Chron+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R03VOTSbnbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ga_BDqU80MM/s320/SF+Chron+photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137997191572069810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case ya missed it, I was interviewed in the November 25, 2007 San Francisco Chronicle Magazine cover story on ukes.  Pretty cool, huh? The article's aptly entitled, "The Return of the Jumping Fleas! Or how we learned to stop worrying and love the ukulele"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salient part of the story is where it discusses the Berkeley Ukulele Club and I'm quoted (ok, ok!) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt;"Another club member, Carol, 48, is evidence of the ukulele's ability to inspire addictively good feelings. Though she's been playing only a year, Carol is already a card-carrying uke fanatic. Literally. Her business card announces her as 'Uke Gal.' Her license plate reads: 'Huulaa.' And her explanation of the ukulele's charm is simple: 'It's social. You play the piano alone, but when you play the ukulele, everyone starts singing and laughing.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK, so I'm totally screwed as my age has been publicly divulged.  Not to mention that all those out on the road who witness my poor driving habits will now know who I am!!  (Now I "get" those celebs who sue the tabloids for delving into their private lives!!)  Just hope that my piano teacher won't be mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna read more, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/11/25/CMEQT4UH0.DTL"&gt;http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/11/25/CMEQT4UH0.DTL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  But there was fame AND fortune in this household earlier in the month...Rachel won the book fair art contest at her school.  The theme was "Blizzard of Books." She got her winning entry published on a postcard that was sent out to the school (WOW!), as well as a gift certificate to use at the fair.  You go, girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R03XCDSbncI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eCX1TvKlFsw/s1600-h/Blizzard+of+Books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R03XCDSbncI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eCX1TvKlFsw/s320/Blizzard+of+Books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137999180141927874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-6136543635742465275?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/6136543635742465275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=6136543635742465275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6136543635742465275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/6136543635742465275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/11/fame-but-no-fortune.html' title='Fame But , Alas, No Fortune!'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/R03VOTSbnbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ga_BDqU80MM/s72-c/SF+Chron+photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-5189904907874188267</id><published>2007-11-06T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:28:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Little Carol" Rocks Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RzH-eZkUYxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5Tco4-ZER7c/s1600-h/Little+Carol+on+uke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RzH-eZkUYxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5Tco4-ZER7c/s320/Little+Carol+on+uke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130161248764453650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knew??  The other night I was looking through some old photo albums and turned this one up. Had no idea...guess I was mistaken when I said I started  ukulele back in '06, but it was really back in '63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby, Dave, is quite the king of parodies:  he can "pen" them in his head in two minutes flat while washing the dinner dishes, no exaggeration.  (Move over Weird Al!)  Most of his compositions tend to the political.  However, I'm thinking of commissioning a piece to be entitled "Winter of '63," sung to the Bryan Adams tune of similar name. If it happens, stay tuned for its world premier here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, in case you were wondering, I was four years old in the photo.  You can do the math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazard any guesses as to what I was playing? I shudder to think it was "Wheels on the Bus" but do remember singing "Bill Bailey" when I was a kid.  Certainly is a good Tin Pan Alley tune for the uke.  Or maybe I was just a poser (at least for my parents camera) so early in my career!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-5189904907874188267?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/5189904907874188267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=5189904907874188267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/5189904907874188267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/5189904907874188267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-didnt-realize-that-i-started-ukulele.html' title='&quot;Little Carol&quot; Rocks Out'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RzH-eZkUYxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5Tco4-ZER7c/s72-c/Little+Carol+on+uke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-3692995623240153613</id><published>2007-10-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:32:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween...</title><content type='html'>...well, sort of, at least if you don't run into a werewolf!   In celebration of my favorite holiday of the year, here is the the Warren Zevon classic, "Werewolves of London."  Hope you enjoy it in the spirit of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, over 25 years ago I had the opportunity to see him live at the Universal Amphitheater in L.A. but sadly didn't appreciate it at the time.   I went with my good friend to see Christopher Cross (ok, please don't cringe!), and Warren was the opening act.   My friend and I were in pretty sassy moods that evening (we stiffed a waitress with the check at dinner because we got sick of waiting and the service was horrible!)   So when Warren came on, we were not so into it, as they say, and we walked out until later when the main act was up.   Have I matured since then?!   Well, at least my musical taste has improved, I think. Today I regret having not taken in this this great opportunity, so here's my little tribute to Warren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-117cd33460acb6c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D117cd33460acb6c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D6CF601ECCAC66186256A873306A0E3505F58C6.666FABE4A535E0538802B71B1226570B9D699214%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D117cd33460acb6c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhr8BvkG4wee2_yUG7BEaIX-_PC4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D117cd33460acb6c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D6CF601ECCAC66186256A873306A0E3505F58C6.666FABE4A535E0538802B71B1226570B9D699214%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D117cd33460acb6c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhr8BvkG4wee2_yUG7BEaIX-_PC4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-3692995623240153613?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=117cd33460acb6c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/3692995623240153613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=3692995623240153613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/3692995623240153613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/3692995623240153613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween...'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-2909257252985453559</id><published>2007-09-28T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:58:07.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes The Playlist</title><content type='html'>I've been giving some thought as to where to expand my ukulele repertoire.  The current playlist has mushroomed from two main sources.  The songs may have been distributed in a class or a uke group.  Or I may have picked them because most people are comfortable with them in a sing-a-long situation.   However, these songs are not particularly representative of the music I listen to on a regular basis.  My iPod has a pretty eclectic selection of music, but what is sorely missing from my uke repertoire is a good representation of rock and roll, pop etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from my September 14 post re Todd Rundgren, I definitely rock out. The other day I heard The Hooters on my local radio station, prompting me to pull out their old LP from the mid-'80s.   At certain times I can still be a "be-bop baby on a hard day's night," (from their big hit, "And She Danced").    BTW, contrary to what you might think, the band's name comes from an instrument called the melodica...think of a piano keyboard attached to a harmonica.   Had one growing up and I might take it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I vow to stay true to my musical tastes and not let the tail wag the dog as they say.  Tin Pan Alley and Hawaiian genres are great, and I'll continue to enjoy them, but they are clearly not all that is out there.  And it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be done on a little 4 stringed instrument and taken half-way seriously.  If you don't believe me, check out The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain doing "Smells Like Teen Spirit" or Wellington Ukulele Orchestra's rendition of "Hey Ya."  They can easily be found on YouTube and are quite lively and musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then.  I guess this means I better stop here and work out that "Smoke on the Water" riff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-2909257252985453559?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/2909257252985453559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=2909257252985453559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2909257252985453559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/2909257252985453559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-makes-playlist.html' title='What Makes The Playlist'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-1367063762503678369</id><published>2007-09-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:11:37.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Video Footage</title><content type='html'>Finally getting down to trying to memorize and polish some songs.  Here are some first efforts. Maybe not too smooth, but I thought I'd give it a go.  I'd like to have a few songs that I can just whip out if someone happens to have a ukulele sitting around begging for some attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is "Maui Girl," a nice little tune and pretty known in uke circles.  It is a great "hapa haole" song. For the uninitiated, this term indicates a mixed Hawaiian/English lyric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c38a11a874fa998" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c38a11a874fa998%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75D162957E79403FF475E7EEF1ED9CD6AC537F5B.C84ACB789EC721D23CF950054FBE3C71EA94169%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c38a11a874fa998%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeAkwQsFDO4H0RaVpr556KnKKy3M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c38a11a874fa998%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75D162957E79403FF475E7EEF1ED9CD6AC537F5B.C84ACB789EC721D23CF950054FBE3C71EA94169%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c38a11a874fa998%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeAkwQsFDO4H0RaVpr556KnKKy3M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have "I Can't Give You Anything But Love," recorded by the Mills Brothers back in the 1930's.  I like the chord progressions and the general sound.  It makes me think of my dad, as a number of these old Tin Pan Alley tunes do.  Ukulele players seem to seem to have an affection for these type of tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c7e2c1bef95654b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c7e2c1bef95654b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85D897C5E775AC71F678979B21ABFDEE6AE95E2D.52B48098D5D5348D3D1ACEDF4988EB56AD55F6E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c7e2c1bef95654b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyJdtV-CrL1y6XTpO9B313r1ob8I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c7e2c1bef95654b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85D897C5E775AC71F678979B21ABFDEE6AE95E2D.52B48098D5D5348D3D1ACEDF4988EB56AD55F6E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c7e2c1bef95654b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyJdtV-CrL1y6XTpO9B313r1ob8I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now but I'll be coming back soon with more songs of other musical genres.  'Til later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-1367063762503678369?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1c7e2c1bef95654b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c38a11a874fa998&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/1367063762503678369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=1367063762503678369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/1367063762503678369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/1367063762503678369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-video-footage.html' title='Some Video Footage'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-8093707190329108332</id><published>2007-09-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:19:27.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Man" (and a Uke Connection)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ruy2E6lV_bI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZxYUnUWh1k/s1600-h/todd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ruy2E6lV_bI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZxYUnUWh1k/s320/todd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110659872720289202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession:  I skipped out on the Berkeley Ukulele Club Wednesday night.  Why?? Getting too old to be out two nights in a row, and being a Todd-head Thursday night took priority.  "Todd-head" you say??  Well, for those who are in-the-know, I'm speaking about Todd Rundgren...ya know, from "Todd is Godd" fame.   The diehard AARP-in-training audience (fans from the last 30+ years) had to endure true rock concert conditions:  SRO with His Toddness not appearing until 9:50 p.m..  Crazy, yes?  But worth it??   If you have to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unfamiliar with Todd, he is an incredible singer, song writer and record producer, having long been on the cutting edge of music and video technologies. Besides having a prolific solo career, he headed up the power rock group, Utopia, in the '70s and '80s.  More recently he has been touring with The New Cars, taking the place of Ric Ocasek.  (Saw them over a year ago with Blondie; what a show!  Felt like I was really hearing the old Cars.  What a hoot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the ukulele connection...Todd has been living in Kauai for the last several years.   Cleverly, he has repenned one of his big hits, "Bang the Drum All Day" as "Bang on the Ukulele Daily," a loose take-off on the "Hawaiian War Chant."  Very cool, so check it out on iTunes.  Unfortunately, he didn't do this one on Thursday night; it was much more an amped up R&amp;amp;R show.  But Todd was in top form, and for one evening I got to relive a little of my past.  Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-8093707190329108332?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/8093707190329108332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=8093707190329108332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/8093707190329108332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/8093707190329108332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-uke-digression.html' title='&quot;The Man&quot; (and a Uke Connection)'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ruy2E6lV_bI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZxYUnUWh1k/s72-c/todd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-143827839374672428</id><published>2007-09-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:19:48.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing for the Seniors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuWVWsauZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vqqust-IMLs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuWVWsauZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vqqust-IMLs/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108653569434609074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Rachel at a luau at my mother's assisted living facility.    It was great fun and gave us an opportunity to sing and strum for Grandma Anna.  She especially liked the songs that reminded her of my dad.  I have a friend who does this sort of thing on a regular basis and am thinking of trying it out at my mother's place.  Mom will be proud and, let's face it, they probably won't be able to hear if I sing a little out of tune!  Now if I could only convince Rachel to come and do the hula at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I want to take the ukulele playing...it's really easy for me to fall into the comfortable place of playing chords in their first positions and singing along.  However, I DO know that my voice is none-too-great!  This could be one reason that many guitarists/ukists (?!) end up learning to play chord melodies, etc.  I am working on the latter as well and would like to be able to jam a little.  The big problem:  so many ideas and so little time.  So I gotta figure out what to target and conquer first.  Hate to be a jack-of-all trades and master of none!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-143827839374672428?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/143827839374672428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=143827839374672428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/143827839374672428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/143827839374672428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/09/singing-for-seniors.html' title='Singing for the Seniors'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuWVWsauZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vqqust-IMLs/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-5219553064949709534</id><published>2007-09-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:20:19.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long-Awaited Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuRBjcauZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mZXpeRPAZY8/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuRBjcauZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mZXpeRPAZY8/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108279954524497282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, folks.  Here's a post-performance photo of me with my back-up band.  Can you believe the huge crowd that turned out for us??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  BIG joke!!  That is actually a picture of Rachel and me with the very famous Jake Shimabukuro.  My husband, Dave, and I saw him in the late spring and he was just unbelievable.  Dave is generally merely tolerant of the types of music you might associate with the uke: acoustic, folk, oldies, even Hawaiian.  Let's just say that he's still living in his punk phase!  However, he loved Jake so much that he wanted to go again and take Rachel as well.  We saw him on September 7 at Herbst Theater in SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are unfamiliar with Jake, read on...putting it mildly, this is not your grandfather's ukulele playing!  A native Hawaiian playing since he was four, Jake cites George Harrison and Jimmy Page amongst his influences.  And it really shows!  One can hear aspects of blues and flamenco in his style as well.  Jake writes many of his own compositions and brings out never-heard-before effects on the uke.  If you don't believe me, just check out his rendition of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" on YouTube.  I won't say that it rivals the original BUT...During the first couple of songs on the concert, Rachel's jaw was literally hanging open from his electrifying stage presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so afterward I just had to get our photo with Jake.  He was SO nice to everyone, despite chaotic crowds.  We almost missed our chance because right about when it was our turn, he was being called away to the other side of the theater.  I begged him for the photo, saying that Rachel needed to get to bed already.  After posing for this great shot, he told Rachel to "get some sleep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuX_SMauZgI/AAAAAAAAABs/_5K7FMxMsx4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuX_SMauZgI/AAAAAAAAABs/_5K7FMxMsx4/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108770040357742082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, upon leaving I told Rachel that this must be her first photo with a famous person.  Coyly, she turned to me and said that it wasn't so:  her first was a month ago with Nick Swisher of the Oakland A's.  I totally forgot:  Dave got to scoop root beer floats with Nick S. and Marco Scutaro for Root Beer Float Day!  What a lucky girl and husband!  Dave is quite the baseball player, having gone to a number of fantasy camps and playing with a fantasy league team, all A's, of course!  His number one position is pitcher and is fondly known as "Gamer" by his teammates.  I'm really proud of him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-5219553064949709534?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/5219553064949709534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=5219553064949709534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/5219553064949709534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/5219553064949709534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-awaited-concert.html' title='A Long-Awaited Concert'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuRBjcauZYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mZXpeRPAZY8/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-9046487889113531484</id><published>2007-08-21T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:59:26.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Open Mic</title><content type='html'>Tonight I did my first open mic, and I had the pleasure of doing it with my 9 year-old daughter, Rachel.  We were at the Parkside Grill in Stinson Beach which has an open mic Tuesday nights.  Didn't know what to expect and was just a LITTLE nervous about it all.  However, after a glass of wine at dinner time, I was ready to go!  Also, it was great to have the encouragement of my husband, Dave, and my daughter.  I was particularly thrilled to have her do this with me.  First, we did "Mynah Bird," which is sung to the tune of "Yellow Bird."  We got a bit of applause as we rushed back to our table.  Emboldened by our success, we planned our next song, "Maui Girl."  Rachel sang with her melodic voice (she actually is quite musical) while I played and sang.  But even better, Rachel played "Brand New Key" while we both sang.   I watched proudly!  OK, now I'm plotting our next open mic and we are coming up with a name for our "band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, while I have nothing against the kids learning the recorder in school (Rachel just started this year), it is not my favored instrument for kids.  As uke legend, Ukulele Ray says, take the recorders out of their mouths and put ukes in their hands, and then they can sing at the same time.   My good friend tells me that in Latin America kids in school routinely learn the guitar.  Hmmm...I've toyed with a teaching career...substitute taught science and math at the middle school level.  Maybe I should teach an after-school music class on the 'ukulele??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-9046487889113531484?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/9046487889113531484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=9046487889113531484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/9046487889113531484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/9046487889113531484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-open-mic.html' title='The First Open Mic'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233380920692942.post-8607789023414525194</id><published>2007-08-20T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:00:57.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Begins Here...</title><content type='html'>It all started back in April (or so) of 2006.  Bought a basic little 'ukulele at the auction from my daughter's school.  What can I say?  It was a good deal so what did I have to lose?  But what people didn't realize was that in all those trips to Hawaii I'd been coveting one for oh so many years...yes, and I was a huge Iz fan.  But to own and play one myself?  I mean, really, I already had an incredible piano and didn't play that all so much.  But 'ukulele promised so much more...it was portable so I could bring it wherever I went and regale folks with my musical prowess (ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught myself a few chords/licks and proceeded to forget them all as life got in the way over the Fall of 2006.  Then 2007 came around and all my dreams came true:  a beginner's uke class nearby.  By the summer I'd learned most of the chords in their basic positions...now I was yearning for even more:  to fingerpick and play chords down the neck.  But even worse and much to my family's dismay, the obsession had now begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What obsession?  I now spent every free moment surfing the internet and YouTube looking for ukulele tutorials, chord charts and trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so maybe there was one profitable moment in all of this in the late Spring...my third-grade daughter needed to do a design-your-own homework project (don't ask!)  I ixnayed the first idea for a project as it involved my help with cooking.  (If you know me, cooking is SO not my forte.)  Shrewdly redirecting her to my already prodigious number of bookmarked 'ukulele websites, we redesigned the project to be about 'ukuleles.    Luckily she really took to the idea and learned the basic I, IV, V7 chord progression to play "Brand New Key" for her class.  Was a HUGE hit.  The accompanying dessert, however, wasn't so much of a hit (see what I mean about my culinary skills?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuX9w8auZfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vuVDtSrZYe8/s1600-h/Pa+Mele+%27O+Hokulea+Ukulele+Academy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuX9w8auZfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vuVDtSrZYe8/s320/Pa+Mele+%27O+Hokulea+Ukulele+Academy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108768369615463922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June got to perform with my teacher's other students as part of Pa Mele 'O Hokulea Ukulele Academy at the Northern California Ukulele Festival.  (I'm the second woman from the right, behind the guitarist.  And yes, you might need a magnifying glass to see this!)  A lotta fun...the performing bug has hit.  Now I divide my time between private uke lessons and the Berkeley Ukulele Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233380920692942-8607789023414525194?l=ukegal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/feeds/8607789023414525194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233380920692942&amp;postID=8607789023414525194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/8607789023414525194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233380920692942/posts/default/8607789023414525194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukegal.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-all-begins-here.html' title='It All Begins Here...'/><author><name>Uke Gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/Ru7Vo6lV_eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z46jQdO6Riw/s320/P1010088.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vrID4Kpv_c/RuX9w8auZfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vuVDtSrZYe8/s72-c/Pa+Mele+%27O+Hokulea+Ukulele+Academy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
