I played in my first Qukulele jam in a March. It was scary. I only knew 3 chords: C, F and G. Or was it D, A and E7? I’ve been playing with the band for a few years now and everything has fallen into place. But the decision making continues. High harmony, middle or melody? Strumming or picking, chucking or tapping? Play and don’t sing, sing and don’t play? Both? Parrot shirt or palm trees? Rat pack or rockabilly, ballad or blues? Classic pop or stadium rock? You get the picture.
I’m sitting in a patch of sun looking through the window at the garden surrounded by trees and tall shrubs, a huge light sky above and a hazy sea in the far distance. Listening to a country/blues mix some new friends have given me for my very recent Oh! birthday. It’s joyful and melancholic, light-hearted and poignant, skippy and slow. All encompassing. Music is so important to me. It has been a good friend over the years.
I had my first ever birthday party at the weekend. My partner said I had to celebrate the Oh! As I was sipping champagne and enjoying the hurly burly, one of my band mates told me that I was now officially an OWL - an older wiser lesbian. I’m not sure about the wiser part. Wider? It appears that I love performing too. No doubt. Later when we were playing to the adoring crowd, I remembered what I had been waiting for: that Qukulele moment!