#ukulele tutorial

[50shadesofoctarine]

Fun fact about me:

I offer free music tutorship for kids who can't afford (/their parents won't pay for) lessons. I make them all hand-written info booklets to use each session and I thought I'd share what I'm working on for tomorrow (it's my first lesson with a new kid)

They wanted to learn Riptide. (Which is great for me, 'cause it's damn easy).

[helmar-weiss]

Blue Monk leicht gemacht: Spiele Thelonious Monks Meisterwerk mit nur 4 ...

Blue Monk leicht gemacht: Spiele Thelonious Monks Meisterwerk mit nur 4 Akkorden auf der Ukulele https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8iJp211i-4 Erfahre, wie du mit nur 4 grundlegenden Akkorden den Song "Blue Monk" auf der Ukulele begleiten kannst. Dieses Video führt durch drei einfache Vorübungen, die dich schrittweise mit den benötigten Akkorden vertraut machen. Diese Übungen stärken deine Fingertechnik und legen das Fundament für das Spielen des Songs. Die klare Anleitung hilft dabei, die Vorübungen effektiv zu absolvieren und die Akkorde vollständig zu verstehen. Sobald du diese Grundlagen beherrschst, kannst du die erlernten Fähigkeiten einsetzen, um "Blue Monk" auf der Ukulele zu begleiten. Die detaillierten Anweisungen für die Akkordwechsel unterstützen dich dabei, das Stück flüssig zu spielen. Unabhängig von deinem Spielniveau ermöglicht diese Methode eine erfrischende Interpretation des zeitlosen Stücks "Blue Monk" auf der Ukulele. Verpasse nicht die Gelegenheit, deine Fertigkeiten zu erweitern. Schau das Video jetzt an und tauche in die Welt der Musik ein! Übungen: 1. ||: Bb7 | F7 :|| 2. ||: Bb7 | Eb7 :|| 3. ||: Bb7 | Eb7 | Edim7 | F7 :|| Song: 4. ||: Bb7 | Eb7 | Bb7 F7 | Bb7 Eb7 | Edim7 | Bb7 F7 | Bb7 F7 | F7 | Bb7 | Bb7 :|| LEARN MORE: www.mobiler-musikunterricht.de #ukulele #4akkorde #theloniousmonk #ukulelecover #musiklernen #ukuleletutorial #einfacheakkorde #Musikbegleitung #jazzklassiker #ukulelelove #MobilerMusikunterrichtRegensburg #mobilermusikunterricht

[moregooddaysblog]

Singalong Songs on Ukulele

I’m creating a collection of 100 fun songs for singalongs with video tutorials. Start with this introduction, learn more about Rise Up Singing, or skip straight to the song list. Introduction Cynthia Lin organizes a “100 days of ukulele” challenge, starting each year in March. Participants are encouraged to record a video every day of themselves playing ukulele and post it for the community to…

[saintjamboni]

EVER WANTED TO PLAY THERMODYNAMIC LAWYER GFD, ESQUIRE ON UKULELE?

It's your lucky day--get ready to hold yourself in contempt EVEN MORE

(Yes, this is inspired by that one user who explained their love for playing not-meant-for-uke WWATTW songs on the uke specifically)

[that1phantomuser]

Coming clean.

I would like to formally apologize to the Stardew valley community, ConcernedApe, my Stardew valley animals, everyone in pelican town (except that abomination Clint), my friends, AND my family. I never meant for this to happen. I have wasted not only everyone's time but also MINE. I wasted my time, my sanity, and all hope for a better farm. I cannot explain enough how sorry I am for watering the fucking fruit trees. I am an idiot. I don't even know how to explain myself. However, To the asshole who told me to water my fruit trees: I will find you.

[ukulelesunanimous]

Tired of strumming? Have a go at some simple finger picking for those just starting out. Happy Plucking 😊🎶

[variationsonacloud]

its been 4 years since i first watched be more chill how has it been that long

[light-wrath-paradise]

I think it's really funny how most people who do any hobby I also do cannot talk to me at all because I don't understand any of the theory. I just do things and they work.

[hinatamoon]

I think one of the best parts of learning a new instrument it's knowing that you can sing basically anything with it and that you can post your sheets to help others as well!!!

:) with that being said I will let here the sheet I use for "You are my sunshine"

Stumming pattern I use: D-D-DD-DD / D-U-D -DD-U-DD

( These are the stumming patters I found easy to do, the only down one it's honestly the one that works the best for me)

C C

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

F C

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

F C

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

C G7 C

Please don't take my sunshine, away.

C C

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,

F C

I dreamed I held you in my arms.

F C

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,

G7 C

and I hung my head and cried.

C C

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

F C

You make me happy when skies are gray.

F C

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

C G7 C

Please don't take my sunshine away.

oh and a cute drawing because it goes with the vibe :)

[lavendertrash39]

Something that's mildly frustrating about learning anything creative now (for me, obv) is that a lot of the times I'll have a basic understanding of something/lots of knowledge on some things and not others-- so i need beginner help on some things but not others...

but then this leads me to get bored because im watching something I already know, but I can't skip ahead because there's still stuff in there i need help with...

idk, i hope im able to find some kind of solution for this :/

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

Papyrus, hand over your Internet search history. Now. Please. If you wanna.

Here's Papyrus' search history:

UNDERNET

TILE PUZZLE TUTORIALS

BABY DRAGON EGGS NEAR ME

HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS

HOW TO HANDLE LONELINESS

WHY IS MY MEMORY WEIRD AND WRONG AND SO WRIRD

UKULELE LESSONS

HOW DO YOU CALM SOMEONE DOWN AFTER YOU MAGICALLY MADE THEM SING IN PUBLIC

TOP TEN WAYS TO CHEER UP YOUR BROTHER

PRANK VIDEOS

BUILDABLOC TUTORIALS

HOW CAN YOU TELL IF SOMEONE'S ACTUALLY YOUR FRIEND OR IF THEY'RE JUST MAKING YOU THINK THEY ARE AND SECRETLY MAKING FUN OF YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK

DID MY PARENTS ACTUALLY LOVE ME

HOW TO STOP A DOG FROM STEALING MY BONE ATTACKS

WHAT DISNEY PRINCESS AM I QUIZ

WHAT'S MY PERSONALITY TYPE

I LOVE YOU COMPUTER I THINK YOU ARE WONDERFUL

[ck4yd3-n]

THINGS I LOOK FORWARD TO IN MY BSD DR ☾⋆

♡ - The Agency's café (Café Uzumaki) scent, like imagine you just went there to start your day and suddenly you get a whiff of the scent of a warming café. I've always adored the scent of coffee even in this reality. It is said the manager smells like coffee himself.. I'm gonna need a tutorial on him.

♡ - My everyday habit of going up to the Agency rooftop before shift ends and just relishing in the warmth of the sunset playing before me. The cool breeze, the painted skies, thinking about how much I've accomplished. You can't just not watch the sunset in your DR (I mean it's totally okay if you don't, watching the sunset in your home reality just feels different, yknow?).

♡ - The overwhelming amount of paperwork. I know, I know, I sound crazy, but I want to experience that relief after I finally finished covering up for Dazai's 2-week due paperwork. Might be the same as school work, but just a different feeling.

♡ - The errands.. oh, the errands. I don't care if it's something as simple as picking up some groceries, at least I'll get back by foot by the time I'm done. Walking through the streets of Yokohama while I carry the heavy load of vegetables for the Agency kitchen.

♡ - The PM/ADA nights. Please, I NEEDED a healthy relationship between the two organizations. What could be better than shifting to a reality where there IS a healthy relationship between the two? Mori is not a perv and treats Elise like his daughter.. Dazai still left the Mafia because of Odasaku (sorry), pretty sure I made Mori beg for forgiveness from Yosano and Dazai.. and now they're like popstars in the 2000s. Partying every friday night in a chosen individual's house. And the sleepovers.. I never had a sleepover outside of this reality's house before, so this is such an anticipated experience.

♡ - The fact that I can play any kind of guitar. Actually, this was always a scripted idea for all of my drs.. except for this reality. Cuz I'm too broke to buy one, let alone have time to learn. Typically the ukulele since it's small.

♡ - Using my ability, obviously. Can't wait to be the Avatar without firebending, metalbending, and not that OP. Thanks to Fukuzawa's ability to let his subordinates have better control of their ability, I won't have the fear of accidentally taking someone's air out of their lungs or drowning them like I once feared in 2020.

♡ - The midday escapes to a place that you know if you know where to find it. As I mentioned a few blogs ago, Dazai and Chuuya are my father figures—I know they aren't exactly the ideal ones, but they're better parents than my biological parents.. (in my DR, of course you'd have the trauma of a psychologically abusive household like I did in this reality✌️) and even if Dazai left the Mafia, he and Chuuya are still in touch even offering Dazai to stay in his place until he finds one himself. During their mafia days, they bought an old shed off a property and turned it into a wonderland of themselves—I'm talking about painted walls of half hearted insults, the corner of blankets, colored bandages acting like fairy lights on the ceiling, a whole pantry dedicated to crab and mackerels..? Yes.

♡ - THE EVENTS GOD YES!! Christmas in the ADA, in Yokohama while it's snowing?? YAYAYEYAYYSES. Also scripted an annual day where a member gets chosen by the spinning wheel to be mimicked (idk if I worded that right) and that chosen member is everyone's outfit for the day. For example Atsushi—everyone will either dress up as a white tiger or actually dress like him. For the entire day. From the first hour to the last hour of the shift. They'll act like them too.

♡ - The days where Chuuya teaches me how to play an electric guitar. Yes, Chuuya plays an electric guitar in my DR, fight me. He would boast to Dazai that he's more musically gifted than him, and would nudge me to show off. I took inspiration from his this reality's VA, who's also the one singing the OPs alongside Tachihara's VA.

Anddd a lot more! I really can't wait to go back home.

[loki--fics]

stardust - part eight

loki x reader

content warnings: grief, death mentions

word count: 1,574

That night in your room had left a mark on both you and Loki. Subtle, invisible, yet impossible to brush off or ignore.

He hadn't meant to stay, hadn't meant to hold you while you broke, but once you were in his arms, once he felt your trembling breath against his chest and the way you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you from sinking, something inside of him shifted, and suddenly he couldn't seem to keep you off his mind. It wasn't pity, wasn't some fleeting whim or a sense of morbid curiosity, it was deeper than that. It was recognition.

You understood him in ways no one else had before. You had seen the darkness, same as him; you had fallen into the abyss of hurt and rage, lashing out with destruction and chaos, overwhelmed with guilt after the dust had settled but carrying the burden alone.

Now, the two of you were in the kitchen; Loki sat perched on a stool at the island, his sleeves cuffed neatly at his forearms, the rings on his thin fingers glinting softly in the overhead light. He watched as you moved around the kitchen, barefoot and adorned with an apron, using a wooden spoon to stir what you had called your mother's "world famous" bolognese. It had taken a moment for you to explain that no, it wasn't actually famous around the world, but it was delicious enough that it might as well have been.

The scent was unfamiliar to him, rich and savoury and somehow comforting, like something meant to feed not just the body, but the soul.

Loki cleared his throat softly, his voice careful. "So your parents - How did you end up in Stark's care?"

You didn't answer at first and Loki straightened, sensing he may have overstepped. "Forgive me, that was.. Prying. You needn't say anything if it was an unwelcome question."

You gave the sauce another stir, then lowered the heat to simmering. Your expression had changed slightly, your eyes more distant, the corners of your mouth turning up in a sad smile.

"Do you know what my favourite thing about my mom was?" You asked. "My dad worked long hours - he was brilliant, like Tony, just.. Quieter about it. He and mom were so different, she was all colour and chaos and noise, and he was order and logic and calm. But it worked, and I knew they loved each other more than anything."

You turned, leaning your back against the counter. "My mom was a weirdo. Not in a bad way, she just.. Had this kind of oddball, whimsical energy. Like she saw the world through a kaleidescope and wanted me to see it that way, too." Your head leaned to the side. "She was always planning these fun outings for the two of us. Nothing extravagant, just little day trips; like we'd drive an hour to the city just to try some new restaurant she'd read about in a blog. Or we'd go to antique stores and pick out the ugliest thing we could find for each other. One time, she gave me a taxidermied rat dressed like a businessman, with a little briefcase and everything."

You chuckled, turning back to the stove to stir the sauce, tasting a bit of it on the spoon and sprinkling in some more seasoning. "Once, she even took me to this UFO-themed diner that only served blue food. Just.. Weird, wonderful stuff. Like trying to follow Bob Ross tutorials, even though neither of us could paint to save our lives - we'd end up covered in paint, and they always turned out horrible. Our happy little abominations." You laughed gently. "She always let me help her cook, too, even when I made a mess of the flour or forgot the sugar. Taught me how to play piano, and ukulele; she'd play for me whenever I asked and I loved it, even though she was terrible at singing."

Loki could picture it - a warm, sun soaked room, flour on your cheeks, music in the background. He imagined a miniature you, laughing and unburdened by the chaos.

"They were good friends with Tony, he worked with my dad," You continued. "He'd come over on holidays, bringing dumb gag gifts and setting things on fire in the backyard for 'science'. I loved it." Your eyes gazed out the window, at the afternoon sun bathing the city in its warm glow. "When I was sixteen, we were in a car accident. I don't remember much.. Rain, tires screeching, glass shattering, my mom holding my hand. Then I woke up in the hospital with only a few broken ribs and a mild concussion, and they were just... gone."

Your voice cracked on the last word, and you swallowed hard. Loki's chest ached in a way he didn't quite understand.

"Tony stayed with me in the hospital, and came home with me when I was discharged. He even stayed after the funeral, he was adamant that he wasn't leaving without me, that he'd promised my mom he'd take care of me if anything happened."

"And so you went with him?" Loki asked, a brow raised.

You chuckled. "Not at first. I fought him on everything; I told him I didn't need him, that I wasn't leaving my home. He was like a reminder of everything I'd lost. I even locked myself in the bedroom once, and climbed out of a window to avoid a counseling session. But eventually I realised, he'd lost them, too. And after a while, the house became too much, the silence too loud. Everything reminded me of them - mom's flour-covered apron still on the hook, dad's coffee mug on the table next to the newspaper. It was like the grief had soaked into the walls, and I couldn't stand it anymore. So I finally moved here, with Tony."

"He tried his best. He was a lot - loud, noisy, irritating. But eventually we found our rhythm, and he started teaching me things. How to wire boards, basic coding, soldering. We built a little robot together that followed sound like a puppy. Then he taught me programs, and AI protocols. Eventually, he became my anchor. He stopped feeling like a replacement and more like someone who understood. I don't know if I would have survived it without him. I still own their house, I inherited it after they passed, but I haven't been back. Maybe someday."

You dished up two steaming plates of bolognese, the aroma warm and comforting. Loki watches you with quiet interest, his eyes following the graceful efficiency of your movement as you brought the plates over to the island. You set one down in front of him, and he bowed his head slightly in thanks as you sat next to him.

"So," You said, bringing a bite up to your lips. "What about your parents?" Loki's fork paused midair. "Thor's told me a bit about your father, but I haven't heard much of your mom."

For a moment, you think he might deflect. His posture straightened, his jaw tightened, but then, he exhaled.

"My mother," He repeated, almost to himself. His voice was low, measured. "Frigga. She was... Everything Odin was not. Where he ruled with order and discipline, she led with wisdom, patience, and compassion."

You listened intently, fork in hand, stealing glances at him between bites.

"She taught me magic," He continued, his voice distant, as though lost in memory. "Not just simply casting spells, but how to understand them. The rhythm beneath the incantation, the beauty of them." A small smile played on his lips. "I would often feign sleep, then sneak to her study and watch her work. There were always candles burning, pages turning themselves, the scent of lavender and old books. She'd pretend not to notice me, then summon a cushion for me to curl up on, like she'd known I was there all along."

"She.. She always saw me, even when I wasn't sure who I was. She was kind to everyone, but she made me feel special, like I was more than my brother's shadow. Not because I was a prince, not because I was clever, but because I was just... Me."

He grew quiet for a moment, the smile gone, the silence heavy. "She died because of me."

Your heart ached. "Loki..."

He met your gaze, no bitterness in his voice, only sorrow. "I set the events in motion that led to her death. Whether it was my hand that struck her down or not, it was my blade, my arrogance, my foolishness."

You reached out slowly, laying your hand atop his where it rested on the counter. "I know that kind of guilt," You said softly. "I live with it, too. My dad hadn't been home early enough for supper with us in months, so I insisted we all go out together. I threw a fit about it. They were only in that car because of me, and after it crashed... I blamed myself."

His eyes lingered on your face for a long moment, a quiet, shared understanding passing through the two of you. Then without a word, his hand shifted under yours, turning over so your palms were pressed together as his fingers interlaced with yours, and the two of you continued eating in a heavy, yet comfortable silence.

next chapter

author's note: i hope you're all enjoying the story so far! <3

[moregooddaysblog]

CFG Songs on Ukulele

[inthesirensandthesilences]

i played a banjo for the first time the other day in a music store and i really need to buy a banjo now. i learned clawhammer picking for ukulele (another instrument with a higher top string) as a teenager and i found i still have the muscle memory so i feel like with youtube tutorials i could become decent at it

[ukulelesunanimous]

Try out this easy Blues Shuffle Strum just using chords E, A7 and E7. Pattern: D-DU-UDU (Down, Down-Up, Up-Down-Up)

TOP TIP: Chord progression C, F7 C, G7, F7, C sounds good on soprano/concert/tenor ukuleles.

Happy Strumming 😊