solid bodied electric ukulele

Here’s one that eventually may become of interest to the internet in the broad scale.

I went to the city’s large guitar & musical instrument emporium with my associate A—, who is crazy about ukuleles. My obsession with guitars comes and goes, but he plays and thinks about ukuleles all the time. And, as I am told, electric ukuleles in the style of a solid-bodied electric guitar are as scarce as hens teeth. Apparently, occasionally a person with luthier skills here or there makes one but they all have an odd look to them.

One of the few Korean guitar companies in Korea that still makes their stuff in Korea had a crack at it and branded them as Tomo. They use a specially made single coil pick-up, and the thin four strings from a normal electric guitar, although, it seems that the tuning still stays in the standard uke tuning. A— was attempting to tune it to D,G,B,E but trying to get to the G felt like it was going to break the string. It might’ve got there if he’d forced it but who knows with such a short length of wire. Some of the bodies were made with alder and some with mahogany.

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They had a tele style, a strat style and a Gibson body-shape style. The pick-guards on the fender styles were apparently quite cheap-looking and maybe would benefit from a reseating and some filing of the edges. This was part of the reason why A— finally went with the Gibson-style uke. It was a yellow colour that’s a bit brighter than the normal gibson ‘TV yellow’. Cash price W400 000. We’re sure these would sell bigtime if they were in N.America, especially considering how the hipster demographic has started to latch on to the ukulele.

I have been here all along

Niko Belic stares into the guts of another upturned car, a glancing realisation in the futility of it all– life, mortality and being stuck in a computer game. It’s 4AM.

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I went with a friend to the national guitar emporium and realised there are other kinds of stringed instruments there too. He is nutty about ukuleles as I normally am about guitars. We went to all the same shops I got to to look at guitars and they had ukes there. I’d never noticed before. They just looked like toy things getting in the way of the real thing. I can appreciate that he really digs the uke, and can play Cold Chisel songs on them, among other things, but they still look frustratingly small to me. Can’t really wail on em.

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I went to Ah myeon do last weekend with the g/f. It’s a small island in the west sea. It’s connected by road and bridge so it didn’t really feel like an island. The weather was bright, grey and misty. The lack of impression that the place made on me is reflected in how few fotos I took. Here is one of a rice field:

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After posting that last foto and explanation of Korean food a while back I found that it looks rather unappealing, or more to the point, there’s quite a bit of technique involved in photographing food well. Here is another foto of food that surely won’t make anyone hungry, the only difference here being that I cooked it — a thai curry of sorts.

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This was the first time I’d bought fully raw big-size prawns from the supermarket and cooked them. I was going to write a poem about how in life, prawns are an ugly dell grey colour, but in death thru cookery, they attain a brilliance and vibrance and colour that they never would have dreamt they were capable. It’s beautiful like a sunset. I was going to write a story about the recollection of a dream that I had fiction-ally had about reciting the poem spontaneously at the recent end-of-semester teacher’s luncheon, and how I was abducted by giant, sentient, space prawns who taunted me, twisted my head off, removed my ridiculous interno-skeleton in a messy way before they could finally dine of the delicious flesh, of which there was surprisingly little.