Tales of the Uke – Part Five

After a quick detour on changing ukulele strings, today we go from a phone pole on the prairie to a moonlit beach on the north shore of Kauai — my favorite island in Hawaii. I’ve been working on the Bob Nelson song from 1974, Hanalei Moon. This is considered hapa haole music — mainly English lyrics with a few Hawaiian words. The genre developed in the early 20th century when using the Hawaiian language was frowned upon. The Hawaiian Cultural Renaissance revived the language in the 1970s, and while the hapa haole genre fell out of favor it has come to be appreciated again.

I’ve heard Hanalei Moon numerous times strummed on a ukuele with a vocalist singing the melody. It’s beautiful, and I found it in a Hawaiian songbook I was given at Christmas. It’s the first Hawaiian song I’ve learned and definitely a different style than what I’ve played to this point. Here are the lyrics:

When you see Hanalei by moonlight
You will be in heaven by the sea
Every breeze, every wave will whisper
You are mine, don’t ever go away
Hanalei, Hanalei moon is lighting beloved Kauai
Hanalei, Hanalei moon, aloha no wau i a o wai
Hanalei moon

Feel free to sing along with the melody while sipping a fruity drink:

Coming up next is a song Roberta Flack made famous in 1973…

Tales of the Uke – Part Four

No songs today. Instead, the tale of earning my junior luthier badge. My Mitchell concert ukulele, which I started on and still play, sounded recently like an injured dairy cow. The strings were tuned, but they weren’t staying in tune while playing. (No, it wasn’t my playing!) The intonation was affected by both the age of the strings and the indentations that formed from being pressed against the frets.

I’d been dreading this day because it meant either taking the uke into the shop and paying someone around $30 to restring it for me or trying to do it myself with the possibility of suboptimal results. My Islander tenor ukulele, after a year, needed to have its strings replaced too. They sounded okay, but it’s recommended that strings be changed at least once a year. So, that meant parting with $60 and being without each instrument for a week at a time. I practice every day, so this was problematic, and I’d rather save the money, thanks. Also in the back of my mind was what an inconvenience it would be to snap a string while playing and then have to wait until a day off to get the uke into the shop. More lost time. Ugh.

Then I came across an online video that was better than any other how-to I’d found on string changes, covering the different bridge and headstock types. I decided to be bold and learn a useful skill. I spent about $50 to get a few tools: a quality string winder, nut and bridge lube, a neck support cradle, a wire cutter, and a bridge pin puller. I used Music Nomad products, which are great. I bought my strings through Strings By Mail, which came recommended on ukulele sites. They’re much cheaper to purchase that way, and the customer service is spectacular — handwritten thank yous and an assigned customer service representative — for strings. Strings!

I have come to like Aquila Super Nylgut strings, which were stock on my Islander and better quality than what was on my Mitchell. They are supposed to settle into tune quicker than other string sets.

I opted to change the strings on the Mitchell first for a couple reasons. One, the current strings were unplayable, and two, since I don’t play it as much as the Islander, I wouldn’t lose time on my primary instrument should I have mishaps. I took a few pictures of the surgical procedure:

The process was not without its struggles. Standard tuning for the ukulele is G-C-E-A. Traditionally the ukulele uses reentrant tuning, which means the strings don’t ascend in order. The G is high and the C is lower — the equivalent of middle C on the piano. The E and the A are higher than the C. So, the thickest strings are the C and E. The thinnest are the G and the A. Why am I mentioning this? Because I messed up the size of the knots I made that slide under the bridge and help keep the strings in place.

I put the G string on first, sliding it under the bridge and then winding the other end around the tuning peg on the headstock. Everything went well…until the string came flying out from under the bridge. Could have put an eye out! The how-to video suggested tying a double knot and slipping it under the bridge, but that didn’t work. So, I added a third knot, and that solved the problem. Yay! I put the C string on next, using my newfound knowledge. This didn’t work because the gauge of the string is much thicker than the G string. One knot would have been fine, but three made it impossible to slip under the bridge. I had already cut off the excess and I couldn’t undo the knot. I finally gave up and snipped the knot off and restarted. Unfortunately there was little excess string to begin with, and the ideal is to have three to four neat loops around the tuning peg. I only have two! It should hold fine, but that was cutting it close. The last two strings went on without a hitch.

The strings need to be broken in, which only happens with playing. Right now they’re going out of tune in the middle of a song, but it should only take a few days until they settle in. Already when in tune, the ukulele sounds better than it did with the old set of strings.

It took me around an hour to perform this surgery, so Jake Shimabukuro and Taimane won’t be calling me anytime soon to be the ukulele tech on their road crews. But hey, there were no injuries, nothing got damaged and the swearing was kept to a minimum. I’ll call it a success that gives me confidence to change the strings on my nicer Islander.

This was a real journey into the weeds on how to keep an instrument in good shape, but it’s all part of the experience on this ukulele journey I’ve been on for a year now. In my next installment I’ll tackle a tropical song — with strings that sound great.

Eastertide 2019

From the Gospel of Luke:

On the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking spices that they had prepared.

They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body. While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men in dazzling clothes stood beside them.

The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners, and be crucified, and on the third day rise again.”

Then they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb, they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest.

Now it was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told this to the apostles. But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.

But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.

The women did the heavy lifting sharing the news. (They were also the ones who stuck around when things were bad on Friday.) Then, there’s poor Peter. He looks at the empty tomb, is amazed…and goes home. For a snack? For a snooze? He made up for it later, but seriously, he didn’t tell think to tell anyone before taking a break?!

Wishing you a joyous Easter. Don’t take a nap before sharing the news!