One day I’d like to pick up an instrument with a bigger range (than a ukulele1), and start writing my own material. It’d be even better if I could form a duo with a person I was romantically involved with, like The Dresden Dolls or Wild Strawberries2.
Sometimes The Dresden Dolls play extended versions of their songs at concerts3. The way they interact reveals such intimacy. In each face, you can see how they’re completely lost to the music in those moments of dissonant bliss, but they’re lost together. From body language alone, they read each other for timing, volume, and intensity, until they feel where the other is going by instinct. That kind of chemistry is rare, and it’d be amazing to be able to share that with someone.
The high-g reentrant is what gives the ukulele it’s distinct sound, but it feels so limiting sometimes. [↩]
Hellllllllllooooooooo Roberta Carter-Harrison circa Quiver. [↩]
Okay, admittedly, Amanda’s singing isn’t anywhere as good in the video as on the studio version, but the nearly five-minute extended intro with Brian’s brilliant drum solo would be worth the price of admission by itself. [↩]