Bandwagon #24
The beauty with 4 strings.
From the look of things, this is another year that I will not be buying or learning to play the ukulele. A dream I have had since January 2021 that will likely not be my reality this year. And while I want to believe and hope that a lot can happen in the remaining 4 months of the year, I am also painfully aware that this dream will not be in the number.
To be frank, what bothers me about this is not that another new year goal has fallen through the cracks. It is that I am n days further away from being able to play and sing La Vie en Rose on it, like I saw Cristin Milioti do on How I Met Your Mother. It’s not even about the scene or how she looks in it that makes me want this. It is really the way she holds the instrument and strums on it. Very delicate. Like there are no worries in her life. A “soft girl approach”, if you will. And while she sings this in a way to evoke heavy emotions, I can’t help but think that ukuleles are beautiful, soft babe instruments. That if I hold mine to play it at the end of the day, my seemingly hectic day is immediately romanticized and thus, better.
Shallow, I know. But I like to think that any tool that has been made by man was made to alleviate some sort of suffering, to solve a problem. And in my books, ukuleles were definitely made for that reason - to make Dolapo’s life better. While 2022 might not be the year I get to hold and play mine, it will at least go down as the year I left 12 internet search tabs open, on how to choose and where to buy a ukulele. One step closer to having this romanticized version of my life in my head, come to fruition.