Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Okay, so Jake Shimabukuro is playing a show in SF tonight. He's an absolutely amazing ukulele player, just not somebody i'd pay to go out and see (that is unless he starts covering Journey or Kelly Clarkson songs. then count me in for front row tix).
Here's my warning to you young ukulele enthusiasts going to the show tonight. If you really must have something autographed by him, please let it be your piece of shit wall-hanger uke, or a CD, or a napkin from your glove compartment. Just don't bring your primary uke to have it signed. Here are some reasons:
1. It's not going to be worth more if you have it signed. Everybody and their mothers have gotten their ukes signed by him. It's not unique anymore. In fact, it'll probably be worth less if you ever try to sell it.
2. If you get it signed, then you're gonna start a thread on a uke forum asking how to protect that signature. Fuck that! Just play the damn thing like it was meant to be played. Don't hang it on the wall never to be played again because you're scared your grubby little forearm will rub off the signature.
3. Isn't the gratuitous photo of you and Jake throwing up the "shaka" memorable enough? Come on now, leave the uke alone!
And don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with being a superfan. I mean shit, I'm in love with Aldrine Guerrero, and I don't mean in a platonic way. I mean in a legal Massachusetts wedding with white doves and rainbow tablecloths kinda way (relax, i'm kidding! i would need rainbow doves as well).
So yeah, go ahead and get something signed by Jake. that $10 tourist uke, a DVD of Cool Runnings, your furry chest, etc. Just don't let it be your primary uke. That's for you to play and enjoy. Don't let a signature ruin it for you.
Posted by RussBuss at 4:35 PM