Fangirl

It’s necessary for me to confess that I’m a hopeless Jake Shimabukuro fangirl. Here’s a picture of us together that an usher took for me after one of his concerts; the caption should say “Jake Shimabukuro smiling kindly beside Sheri, who is busy desperately wishing she had something intelligent to say”.

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Everything about him delights me. First, it was his playing that uncovered the limitlessness of the ukulele’s potential for me. In his hands, it’s not just a cute little kitschy sound box, it’s a freaking majestic orchestra. Just quit reading now and go listen to this:

Beyond all that, he’s adorable, humble, and kind to his fans, and gives every impression of a man in love with, and grateful to have, his job. I have a ticket in my hot little hand right now for his July 29th concert in Cleveland Heights. That’s just about 318 hours from now, and I reckon I’ll need about all of those to come up with anything marginally sensible to say if I get the chance to shake his hand after the concert.

Luckily for me, I’ll have a copy of Uke Tide with me that I’m planning to give him, so I can always resort to grunting and pointing.

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