By Natania Barron
Contributing Writer, [GAS]
I have a theory. I believe it is impossible to remain sad in the presence of a ukulele. There have been moments in my life where despair has crept in, and in spite of efforts to the contrary, very little has managed to scatter those dark clouds.
Except my ukulele. Taking out that lovely, rustic brown baritone ukulele and strumming–even just a few chords–just does something to me. It makes me happy. It makes me smile. And after a few minutes, I’m singing “Here Comes the Sun” (George Harrison was a consummate ukulele player, and I find it rather fitting that the song is my default uke tune) and feeling so much better.
So, this Monday, I figured I’d one-up the game. Because another thing that makes me ridiculously happy is a good Western. Combine the two, my friends, and you’ve got one mellifluous start to your Monday morning.