In a protest against my sister telling me not to play her instruments, I snuck into her room before she came home and played her ukulele. I don’t know how to play the instrument and it sounds down-right awful, but I’d like to think my nervous, clunky, and time sensitive strumming eventually became a C Major.
– great mischievous idea, stolen instrument, not able to play it!
– love the progression through the work, the scale gives it a structure and narrative, as you slowly achieve more and more
– waiting with tension and anticipation for you to get it, and it’s like a victory when you do!
– like a work of experimental music
– lovely idea and resolution with larger meaning, like a stolen song…