I bought a ukulele yesterday — perhaps not a heirloom, but it is a tenor Pono, made of koa, with a beautiful large sound. Although I am not so optimistic as to see myself transplanted into the clip below (the lighted cigarettes make me nervous), I wouldn’t mind “a Hawaiian frappe.” Later in the day, though.
Edwards had marvelous poise — sweetness, swing, and comedy mixed. He knows we’re out there, but is pretending that we aren’t.
