Okay. Yeah. I’m totally ready for the family vacation on Martha’s Vineyard. Enough is enough. This summer is starting to have a tiresome, lackluster, malaise-like feeling and I’m not digging it at all. Lots of art modeling work – for which I should be grateful given that it’s the summer – is becoming tedious. The money is great, but my back hurts, it’s too humid, and my brain feels like a purée. I’m at the point where I really, really just want to lay out on the beach in my bikini, listen to the swooshing surf of the Atlantic, stare at seagulls, bounce a volleyball around with my niece, scavenge for seashells, and take a bike ride into Edgartown.
But our trip isn’t for another three weeks! Dammit. I’m sure I’ll survive until then. So, how about three images of famous people playing ukuleles for Music Monday? Why, you ask? Well, why the hell not?
Here’s Great Garbo, looking NOT into it at all, as if she’s thinking “Vy do zey make me do zese silly tings?”
George Harrison, looking very much the cool, serious musician that he was:
And pinup queen Bettie Page, sexing up the ukulele with a corset and garter belt. Eh, what’s the big deal? I’ve done that <—— not really.