I remember when I was still a bachelor, I wanted to impress my soon-to-be-wife so she wouldn't have any second thoughts when walking down the aisle. I wanted to melt her heart. And what can be more moving than a man with a guitar?
Well, there are couple of things. Labrador puppies for example. Or "Notebook" with Ryan Gossling. There's also chocolate cake and the soundtrack from "Ghost".
Back then I've tried everything above and guitar was the only thing left. I always wanted to play. Anything. I remember music lessons in primary school, where they told us to blow into a stick they called flute. That was my musical experience.
My parents never actually encouraged me to take up any musical education. Therefore, I didn't end up as the next Vanessa-Mae or Leszek Możdżer. I can't even clap in rythm.
But I wanted to change that. I bought an instrument. Beautiful and unusual. An instrument I never thought I'd buy.
You know that feeling when after a night of partying you check your bank account and realize there's couple of hundreds missing? And then, few days later you get a package and it turns out you ordered a cotton-candy machine. Or all episodes of Benny Hill on Blu-ray? Or a book titled "How to maintain your zeppelin".
I know that feeling.
I once ordered an ukulele.
I tried playing it. I really commited to practicing. But then life happened. Magda became my wife without me melting her heart with ukulele ballads.
So here I am, few years later.
Taking photos of my ukulele, I never really played.