Obviously, if you're reading this, you know Angela (she's the title of this blog, after all). My Mom got me this beautiful concert soprano ukulele one fateful Christmas day and the rest is history. I've told the story of why Angela is so important to me numerous times but I think it's pretty cool and it's been a while so there might be people reading who don't know! When I was in treatment, my therapist tasked me with finding a "tangible object" that could, in some ways, replace the security blanket my disorder had become. Easier said than done, of course, but I love homework so I went home that night ready to find something that would help me through the darkest moments. Frustrated that nothing really made me feel safe or confident, I picked up my uke and practiced until I felt better. It then hit me that my uke would obviously have to be my object. Since that moment, I threw myself into music and it very much saved my life. I always say that without recovery, my love for songwriting would not be anywhere close to what it is now. I wrote Full on this instrument, and I pretty much still exclusively write all my music on it as well.
Oh and if you're curious, she's named after the unseen character in the musical Hair. "Tell him Angela and I don't want our two dollars back, just him,"
Last Christmas I made it very clear that I wanted one thing and one thing only - a Tenor. Mom delivered, as she usually does when it comes to Christmas presents (see above). I was gifted with a new acoustic/electric baby, who I named Bobby Maler - after the unseen character mentioned in the musical Spring Awakening. I love a theme.
My newest child is a brand new Fender amp I got for my birthday this year! I named her Penny because as soon as I ripped the box open and plugged in I started playing "Penny and Me" without even thinking. Because...well...Penny and me like to roll the windows down, turn the radio on and push the pedal to the ground. You know? I can't wait to bring her along to gigs all over town in the near future (It's always Penny and me toniiiiiiiight).
What have I learned in writing this post? That Pam Berger is too good for this world.
Peace, Love, and Ukes,