We'd been given all their lovin' - in a friendly ukulele kind of way.TIE WEALTH OF. We were farewelled with the same warmth we received when we walked in - the only two ('very lucky', according to Karen) men to be part of the club. The group meets each Wednesday at 6:30-8pm, and it was only a desperate need for dinner that saw me leave before close. "I found myself reaching for a soprano harmony and I'm a heavy smoker so it was a little difficult." "With you boys here I wanted to sing beyond what I can normally do," Karen said. This time I give more in the vocal department while Dugald finds another gear in volume.ĭespite our questionable performance, the ladies are very encouraging. They all seem to share a love for the town that's born in the communal challenge of living in a place where the terrain is rough and the weather can be roasting hot.Įven the 'cold' drinking water flows through the taps from the Great Artesian Basin at about 41 degrees Celcius.Ĭlub member Nerilee Bevan hands me the sheet music to The Beatles' All my lovin - an old favourite. The town itself seems to attract eccentric people - either those looking to disappear to somewhere quiet and isolated or those willing to drop everything and try and find their fortune mining opal.īoth personality types are interesting and quirky in their own way. "We've transcended culture here - it's like a global microcosm in this place."
"I've got American heritage too but we're all singing Swing low sweet chariot," Karen said. The club was started in 2009 by fellow Ridge lady and American Schyler Maxwell and numbers have been increasing since. "Since I joined the ukulele club I've met other women and realised there are a lot of interesting and different women out there. "I'm a social isolate - I've never considered myself to be a Lightning Ridge community member because I've lived in the New England area and came here to teach at the central school," Karen said.
It's been a way for Ridge women to meet new friends, socialise and pick up a few skills along the way. It's clear from our experience, ukulele talent is not essential for a good time at the Lightning Ridge Ukulele Club. "As time has progressed we've become proficient." "At first it was very frustrating because none of us could really play the ukulele or sing in tune," club member Karen Nicholls said. I'm not offering too much - torn between the hilarity of Dugald's vocal enthusiasm and the unfamiliarity of a new instrument.
Standing next to me, Saunders is going for broke - searching for falsetto harmonies in the 'whimoweh' refrain and injecting his own backing vocals in the verses. Us men contribute a couple of strums of the easiest chords and try and compensate with vocals. The fact neither of us have any ukulele skills seems to have been overlooked.ĭugald is already looking out of his depth trying to get his fingers around a B Major on the miniature guitar.įirst up is the familiar The lion sleeps tonight, and after a brief warm-up we're into it. Such is the eccentricity (and lovability) of so many Lightning Ridge locals - we're welcomed and handed ukuleles and some sheet music and told to join in.
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The room is a kitchen turned library turned morning tea area, but this evening it's full of music.ĭespite meeting just one of the seven members earlier in the day, we walk in and are greeted like old friends. The local ukulele club is an all-female affair, and the hoots, giggles, notes and chords coming from a room down the hallway at the end of the building show tonight's meeting is in session. Walking into the Lightning Ridge Neighbourhood Centre on a Wednesday night as a bloke is a little bit intimidating, but my colleague Dugald Saunders is here for male support.
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