This is all so new to me. So much to learn, absorb, play with. When I first started to play it was on a classical guitar because I’ve always held a soft spot in my heart for Spanish-style, flamencoesque guitar.
That was when I was still searching for a connection to a homeland that felt more like home than America. Not anymore. ‘Instead, I am longing for a better country–a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for me.’ My homeland I carry with me now, whereever I go, until I finally do return to my homeland.
For all intents and purposes the guitar was a little big for me. Hard to bar chords, hard to travel with, I dunno it wasn’t quite right for me.
Then I turned to the ukulele, or in Spanish (as my abuela has dubbed it) tingalili. It was a toy! One that sounded like something a doll might play. And again, from a practical standpoint, it only had 4 strings instead of 6, so it was even easier to play.
I also really enjoy the idea of killing it on a cheap, little, toy. Something I could easily smash at the end of a set if I felt inclined. Showing the men I can keep up, on my terms. My equivalent of dancing. It was the slipper with a perfect fit.