When I grow up I want to be a ukulele busker. I want to take my uke out to the park, to the street corner, open the case, open my mouth, and sing and play. Or, since growing up might be too ambitious, maybe I’ll quit all this writing and painting and teaching business, rent an RV and drive around the country playing at Open Mic nights.
I made this oil can banjo. It’s impossible to keep in tune, and it’s louder when I take the cap off (but the fumes also give me an immediate buzz). And, I wear the dark glasses because I’m nervous. Oh well. There’s a YouTube link, top right, if you want to see more.