So there’s lots of art in this blog, right. Why did I call it she plays ukulele?
It’s because–regardless of what I have done in my life, from living in other countries to drawing a lot to having kids to working various interesting jobs–when I meet new people (which happens often because of the lots of different things I like to do), my introduction almost inevitably includes the phrase “She plays the ukulele”. (Except for one friend, who always introduces me with the phrase “She got shouted at on the phone by Phil Spector!” Which is true, but another post.)
This info is apropos of the fact that I realised how little uke content is actually in my blog. So that needs fixing. Here’s me and Sailbad the Sinner busting out Elvis’s ode to tinned pineapple, “Beach Boy Blues”, at the Hillbilly Hoot last week. We are happier than we look, although it was a really cold night and I admit we do look downright grim.
Maybe we were sad that it’s not beach weather. Anyway, it’s always uke weather.
Cold night at the Hillbilly Hoot
Obligatory uke geek comment: I am not the uke collector that the man to my right is/was but I have a handful of em. This travel Kala gets the most outings. I almost always pack it along to the Hoot, even if I don’t think I’m going to play. It fits in well especially when the stage gets crowded. At which point people always go “That thing is so LOUD”. (Piccie by Ian Fisk)
I didn’t draw today but I did uncover a relic in an old sketchbook.
The Relic, 15 October 1997
Kermode Street, North Adelaide
I drew this old house two months after moving to Adelaide, a few weeks after Princess Di’s car crash, a month after the city’s only newspaper (the Murdoch family’s first) went from broadsheet to tabloid, and several weeks before the building got knocked down.
While I was drawing, an elderly woman with a small shaggy dog stopped to peer over my shoulder. “Oh, you’re drawing The Relic,” she said, in a beautifully drawly English accent. Her name was Molly, her dog was Chou-Chou (short for “Petite Chou-Fleur”, aka “My Little Cauliflower), and they lived just across the road from me.
We chatted for a bit before she and Chou-Chou headed off up the street, and later that day she brought me some lemons from her backyard tree. I took them back a day later in the form of lemon squares. She was my first friend in my new neighbourhood.
Molly and Chou-Chou
I headed out to Three D Radio’s Hillbilly Hoot with my red uke a coupla times lately, once as 3/8 of Ukulele Circus (bit of a Sideshow really 🙂 and once backing the Miss Lily the Pink Cowgirl.
Check out this take on the 1965 tune “Little Black Egg”, originally by The Nightcrawlers, a Florida garage band, and some superb tunes from other Hoot folks too.
Miss Lily’s tune is about a minute into the next one but it opens with some classic Hoot hijinx (aka groaner jokes) from compere Lone Tony Joe, followed by a song from Dingo, the Hoot’s human jukebox.
Oh, and LANGUAGE WARNING!
Find out more about the Hillbilly Hoot here, and check Treddly6’s YouTube channel for more clips…