PDX House Concert

This week’s special PDX House Concert

UKALALIENS WORKSHOP
Loaner ukes available by reservation
Seaside Library
1131 Broadway St, Seaside, OR 97138
503-738-6742
Seaside Library
Free
Saturday, 6/11
2pm

Uke Workshop – Intro to Fingerpicking
ABC Music
263 Chemeketa St NE
Salem, OR 97301
503-363-1641
questions@abcmusicsalem.com
Saturday, 6/11
7PM Show

KATE POWER & STEVE EINHORN
Hayloft Concert
Salem, OR
Double bill with local ukuleleist, Lara Bergerson
Reservations at sharon.hayloft@gmail.com
Monday, 6/13
7pm-8pm

UKALALIENS WORKSHOP
Loaner ukes available by reservation
Ledding Library
10660 SE 21st Avenue
Milwaukie, OR 97222
503-786-7580 – Free
Saturday, 6/18
7pm Show

KATE POWER & STEVE EINHORN
In Concert in PORTLAND
Thriving Life “Community Concert”

Hawthorne District
Info & Tix Here
http://thrivinglifenvc.org/social/qualityfolk
Contact: Vika Miller
Phone & Texts:  503-862-9695
Email: thrivinglife.events@gmail.com

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THE PORTLANDERS
Kate Power, Steve Einhorn, Mick Doherty, Kevin Shay Johnson & Pete Krebs
<<< ONLY Summer Appearance >>>
Sunday, August 14
Outdoor House Concert, Potluck & Party
Address provided upon Ticket Purchase
Tickets at Brown Paper Tickets
5pm Potluck
6pm Show

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Ukulele Road Show_poster
Triple Duo
UKULELE ROAD SHOW
Northwest Tour 2016

Kate Power & Steve Einhorn
The Quiet American
Craig Chee & Sarah Maisel
Info and Tix soon at www.gorgeukuleles.org
Advance tickets $20 (service charges may apply)
Tickets available per venue

SEATTLE
Friday, 9/9
The Triple Door
216 Union St, Seattle, WA 98101
206-838-4333
Tickets thetripledoor.net

OLYMPIA
Saturday, 9/10
7PM Show
Traditions Fair Trade Café
300 5th Ave SW, Olympia, WA 98501
360-705-2819
traditionsfairtrade.com
Tickets Here

PORTLAND
Sunday, 9/11
7PM Show
Alberta Rose Theater
3000 NE Alberta St, Portland, OR 97211
503-719-6055

LINCOLN CITY
with Special Guests
Thursday, 9/15
7PM Benefit Uke Show for Camp Westwind
Lincoln City Cultural Center
540 NW U.S. 101, Lincoln City, OR 97367
541-994-9994

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UKE CAMP at TUNES IN THE DUNES
SOLD OUT – Contact to be added to the Wait List!
Tunes in the Dunes Ukulele Camp
Friday, 9/16 to Sunday, 9/18
Incredible lineup of presenters!
Sold Out! Registration closed (wait list only)
tunesinthedunes
Camp Westwind
Otis, OR
Limited seats, Unlimited fun!
Presenters include…
Kate Power & Steve Einhorn
The Quiet American
Craig Chee & Sarah Maisel
Bill Griffin & Walt Kealé
Hood River Trio with Ben Bonham, Ronnie Ontiveros, Kerry Williams
Andy & Pam Anderson
Bryan & Nancy Holley
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Ukulele Road Show_poster
Triple Duo
UKULELE ROAD SHOW
Northwest Tour 2016

Kate Power & Steve Einhorn
The Quiet American
Craig Chee & Sarah Maisel
Info and Tix soon at www.gorgeukuleles.org
Advance tickets $20 (service charges may apply)
Tickets available per venue

SEATTLE
Friday, 9/9
The Triple Door
216 Union St, Seattle, WA 98101
206-838-4333
Tickets thetripledoor.net

OLYMPIA
Saturday, 9/10
7PM Show
Traditions Fair Trade Café
300 5th Ave SW, Olympia, WA 98501
360-705-2819
traditionsfairtrade.com
Tickets Here

PORTLAND
Sunday, 9/11
7PM Show
Alberta Rose Theater
3000 NE Alberta St, Portland, OR 97211
503-719-6055

LINCOLN CITY
with Special Guests
Thursday, 9/15
7PM Benefit Uke Show for Camp Westwind
Lincoln City Cultural Center
540 NW U.S. 101, Lincoln City, OR 97367
541-994-9994
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UKE CAMP at TUNES IN THE DUNES
Tunes in the Dunes Ukulele Camp
Friday, 9/16 to Sunday, 9/18
Incredible lineup of presenters!
Sold Out! Registration closed (wait list only)
tunesinthedunes
Camp Westwind
Otis, OR
Limited seats, Unlimited fun!

Presenters include…
Kate Power & Steve Einhorn
The Quiet American
Craig Chee & Sarah Maisel
Bill Griffin & Walt Kealé
Hood River Trio with Ben Bonham, Ronnie Ontiveros, Kerry Williams
Andy & Pam Anderson
Bryan & Nancy Holley

Web_Ukelimbas_Steve Einhorn©2013

Steve’s Ukelimba finds a home at Kala

Exciting news! Kala is now making and marketing my “Ukelimba” – a solution to repurpose damaged instruments in new incarnations and voices that anyone can play. Thanks, Kala!

~ Steve Einhorn

Ukelimba – Kala Press Release, July 10,2013

Kate here…
Kate Power 1968
We left Portland after more than thirty years to lend support to family in Olympia. Six months later we find some of our friends and fans distressed to find us gone from our Portland perch. Over the course of the last few quick years, we sold the shop, hit the road, sold our house and moved north.

After playing the River City Bluegrass Festival in Jantzen Beach, where we encountered many wonderful and familiar faces, we discovered that a lot of people who love us, our music and our journey are wondering where we went. Don’t worry, we’re still around and the story is growing legs of its own. We’re on a quest that has taken us over 30,000 miles in fifteen months and welcomed us into communities to sing all over the USA.

Joni sings “You don’t always know what you’ve got till it’s gone” in the background as I consider these last few months and how to describe life as we know it. We get homesick for Portland and return often to play, teach and visit. With the help of our website and enews, we hope to keep up with our Portland base and to let you know that we’re back in town.

We had wanted to have a big party before we relocated. Suddenly aging family needed tending between gigs and we were tossed in a whirlwind that blew one day into another with no door to stop time, look back and reflect.

I have an old wish to have journaled every single day since coming into the heart of the music community in Portland, Oregon at Artichoke Music. That midsummer day in 1977, I ventured into a tiny little instrument shop on NW 21st named after tough little vegetable I hadn’t even tasted yet. That became a landmark day and a turning point in the map that brought me here.

Artichoke Music was just one road to the middle of my life and most heavily traveled. We intersected with so many people in that place of music. By 1994 I was behind the counter and in cahoots with the owner on strings and otherwise. Regardless of caste, class or creed, music was the common language that parlayed customers into friends, not just with mutual love for instruments but with one another and the journeys we were on. We came together in community, in marriage, in solidarity and peace marches, raffling guitars for food for the hungry and manifesting dreams we chose to try on just to see what was possible – and it worked every time.

We set a Guinness World Record singing “This Land is Your Land” with 502 official members of the “World’s Largest Guitar Band” and raised 10k to feed hungry folks at the Sisters of the Road Cafe. Every kind of human being came to Pioneer Courthouse Square that Sunday in the middle of Portland 90 degree heat – from big wild mohawks and tatoos to straight Armani suits and ties. We all sang together for a better world in that moment. Our lives had seasoned into a unique role as community harmonizers and this day was proof of the pudding. “Guitarzilla” in the square happened three days before Portland would lose one of its first favorite sons in the war in Iraq, Travis John. People came to the square in the middle of town by bus, train, foot, car and bicycle. The police were onboard and the blocks around the square were monitored without one problem erupting. The mood in the country at the time was grim and depressed; this event was something positive that we could all agree on. Sixty-five minutes later, the record was set and the Associated Press was passing the story around the globe.

Sometimes doing something that hasn’t been done before really works. Everybody wants to have fun. Everyone wants to eat. Everyone wants to do something they can feel great about. All we wanted was a good story for our as-yet-unborn grandchildren and to raise some money for the good work at Sisters of the Road to help the hungry in our town. The fine line between “the haves and the have-nots” lingers heavily in the economic climate. In Oregon, it’s the children who are affected most and on that day, a lot of meals were guaranteed to feed them.

The iconic “1st Friday Variety Revue” ran in the Backgate for years to a full house and audiences came fully prepared to be blown away. The lineup always included at least one special mystery guest who was “either the prodigious undiscovered or someone TOO FAMOUS to pre-announce for the room” was a formula that became a new standard in entertainment in town. The list of entertainers is fun to look at all by itself. It was just as fun to present an unknown centenarian on the zither followed by a seven-year old banjo player as it was to follow that with a set by Tony Trishka or Artie Traum or John Herald. Some of the most incredible music-moments-of-a-lifetime were shared among us all in that place together, awed by the beauty and kinship we discovered in the music that rang in the middle of our differences. We learned new things every day. It wasn’t about the money. It was about the heart of the people.

That was some deep bonding over all the Portland years; a bond that deepens and grows as we find our way around the world with what we learned together. Its most powerful lesson boiled down to taking what we learned and deliver it into the bigger neighborhood of the world-at-large.

Portland has watched us grow and go through a lot of intersections over the years: a marriage between two folksingers from two corners of the folk music world, unexpected brain surgery, Odetta, Guitarzilla, playing the stage on A Prairie Home Companion, the delivery of a song on a banjo in the middle of the woods from the ghost of Travis John, Pete Seeger’s love for that song and sending it to Springsteen, singing two thousand miles away in Kerrville to receive an award for a song judged to make a difference while our youngest son graduated from high school back home, Saturday song circles in back with Kate as Steve took care of folks coming through the front door from who knows where to explore instruments, a roster of music greats who came to play our stage that could fill a book all its own, and the human connection always in place, its significance burning on days like 9/11 when people flocked to the store not knowing if we were all going to survive what was coming next. We learned about harmonizing community in good company.

Now we’re traveling from home on Puget Sound. Our beloved community of Portland is still right there in first place, smack dab in the middle of our hearts. Where we land on any given night depends on where we’re working but when people ask about home, we’re from Portland and most recently, Olympia. Our sea legs have adjusted to Olympia and life on the road pretty well for now. The only way to do what we do is to go out and do it, outside of the familiar nest of home. “Home” by definition is where the heart is and for us that includes the place we came together in. The Ukalaliens movement keeps us in motion much of the time. Concerts, workshops, Steve’s art, Kate’s writing, birthing new songs and remembering old ones and the tales and times between goodbye and hello. It leaves a lot of creative juice waiting on the plate to sop up like gravy, cooking up this stew together.

It would be a lonely adventure without the warm words of encouragement and the loving support that continue to pour from our Portland community and friends. “If I could be anything, I want to be with you. I wouldn’t be anything, without you.” We’re giving what we’ve got while we’ve got it to give and couldn’t have grown such a beautiful garden of songs to pass on without the sweet side of life in the bosom of Portland.

We’re a couple of folksingers who happened to find harmony. In exchange for the gift, we make music like food and pass it on. The charm casts a spell that breaks into a natural chain reaction. Strains of “You Are My Sunshine” begins and a trembling hand begins to strum in time, remembering. Can harmony be far behind? The story between the lines comes through in the voices of the people behind the songs and light shines in their singing eyes reflecting joy and sorrow. The sonic tapestry is as different every time as it is familiar, its weft in the weave, an old song that takes us back.

So, if you find yourself missing us, please know that we miss you too. It’s a real thrill for us to see your faces at our gigs and we come to Portland so we can. Thank you. It means the world to us.

We love to hear from you and get news from your neck of the woods. Your friendship gives us courage to keep going – despite the economy, or needing wheels or hearing ominous news on the radio. We are on a track that started at home years ago in Portland. That track would quickly turn into a cold, hard trail without your genuine support and good wishes for what we do. That same track beckons us to continue what we started and to trust that as long as what we bring to the table flourishes in the hearts of the people we meet, it’s worth sharing – just to see what’s possible.

Click here for the story and video from a ukalalien with a big heart > at the Kennedy School. Thanks, Eric!

Kate here … A year ago, on October 1, 2009 to be precise, Steve and I hit the road in “Modoc”, our Ford Econoline Airstream, to introduce our new book/cd and initiate non-musicians to singing and playing on ukuleles. Our van was stocked over the cab with boxes filled with the Ukalaliens Songbook, 26 extra ukuleles, our guitars, banjos and CD’s, as well as food and clothing for living on the road. It was a great experience.

We met good people in every town and experienced the nation from the perspective of two folksingers traveling through. West coast, east coast, the Rockies, the north, the south, the mid-west, floridian southeast, the southwest; we found ourselves falling in love with every flavor of place we traveled through. The advantage of a traveling life is that it moves you forward into new places, out from the familiar and into new ground. We turned thousands of people on to the joys of making music. The fun result of our mission to convert people to their musical sides has propelled us to destinations we would never have considered before. We have covered over 27,000 miles since that date a year ago. It has been (and continues to be) a true adventure every day. We came back with an expanded community around the country, a million stories, new songs and two new Ukalaliens DVD’s about to be released by Homespun in Woodstock. Our appetites were prime to continue what we had begun.

We also had developed new projects to work on. So many inspirations, so little time! So we needed a place to work off the road for a while.

After working around the country playing concerts, teaching and sharing ukes, we came back to Portland. Living in 72 square feet across that much open land over that much time shifted our points of reference, our relationship with nature and proximity to our work and play in the community. It was subtle but real. Our big Portland craftsman house felt cavernous on its noisy city corner. Living there for sixteen years had numbed our ears to the street sounds as we lived our day-to-day. Coming back to our old home with fresh ears and months on the open road, the city felt tighter with congestion and the house too big for us to use.

So we sold it to a friend and looked for our next home base. Quality Folk remains an Oregonian business. We love Portland and the deep community and family we have there. Our history of the past several decades unfolded there. We also had family living in Olympia and decided we needed a smaller town to live in for a while. So we packed up our things and moved to a little cottage on Puget Sound. The air is salty here, reminding me of childhood mornings on Cape Cod, and has the feel of a fishing village peopled with environmentalists, “Greeners” and progressive folk. It’s a place to catch our breath and dive deeper into the work of a dozen projects, booking shows and scheduling workshops to travel to from here. Pacific Northwest, west coast, east coast and maybe the UK in 2011/2012 – booking takes time, too. If you contact us to book us, that’ll save time! Meanwhile, we travel to Oregon every week or so and operate our business there. We may move it out of Portland but it will remain in Oregon – in time we may be back!

Quality Folk, Ukalaliens and “community harmonizers” are three monikers we use to try to describe our work in the community, our role and mission to refresh the public’s memory for making music. High art, low art, folk art. At the heart of our delivery stands a pair of lifelong musicians with a hankering to share the pure joy of making music with the uninitiated. Making beautiful music does not need to be complicated to be good. Iconic artists are unique and gives us something to aspire to. In our concerts, we strive to share our best material in our best voices with our best instrumental abilities. In our workshops, we share how we began to make music so others can make their own way from there into their music. Music is personal and different for everybody. We like lighting the wick and getting people started. It’s a beginning and that’s often a memorable moment in a musical life – like a first kiss or first ride on a bike – you never forget the first time.

On the one hand, our songs and music are a byproduct of a life we’ve been expressing musically for years. Steve and I were each young players on the stage, starting out professionally in our early teen years. The satisfaction that has come from sharing that music comes from the song itself and the warm response of people who have been moved by it. It’s a natural act and very human. It connects us with people and communities everywhere. The enjoyment of the music itself sustains us even when circumstances don’t.

The irony of musicmaking is that, when all is said and done, if the world was suddenly unplugged and there were no stores or downloads to find it, it can still be had by picking up an instrument to play and opening our voice to sing. It’s natural.

Sometimes the singing comes all by itself and it’s enough without the addition of instruments. Songs and tunes start in the heart and come out in our throats and hands. Irish seanos singing is unaccompanied and revered for its purity. Gregorian singing is unaccompanied devotional singing that spurns egoic ornamentation. The pure drop in music is the music itself. The genesis of making music is a gift waiting inside each of us to be used. Our bodies and imagination tangle together in cahoots over notes that rise to become songs and compositions. It’s organic and is affected by mood, color, space and volume. We are naturally musical around babies and children and sing to them freely, making up lyrics about whatever it is we are doing with them. Learning to sing and play with each other as adults takes more trust. The work we’re doing with the Ukalaliens creates a safe haven for people to grow their musical sides. It seems to be working pretty well so far.

The mindset in our culture of exclusivity from people making music together began with the beginning of media. The minute sound could be captured, it became a substitute instead of an act and the line of demarcation was drawn between doing it ourselves and pressing a button.

In the old days, people gathered around the hearth and entertained themselves with songs, stories, recitations, poems and jokes. Years ago in the west of Ireland, I saw this in action and its inclusive nature rang a bell for me. Instead of being “special” enough to entertain, everyone had something to offer and was encouraged to share it with the circle of neighbors and strangers in the pub. The only thing you needed to be was willing. There was no talent meter. Honoring the song, the story, the poem or the joke lay in the act of sharing it. This revelation moved me to ponder.

There was no competition, thrashing, or dominating the group with volume. People actively LISTENED to not only the song but to each other as they harmonized, played and sang along. Without listening the song loses its beauty, momentum and prominence to the foibles of ego and frustrating mediocrity. Being from a large family, I was raised with egalitarian rules, the dominant one being that we were all of equal value and no one was better or worse than the other. In fact, we were in varied and different in our degrees of ability, talent and interest but when we sang and played together, it was to be harmoniously and the only way to accomplish that was to primarily LISTEN to each other and secondarily find our parts. We were taught to serve the song first and foremost. It wasn’t about us, it was about the song. That was lesson number one. Children of large families are very competitive by nature so this was a valuable lesson and it has helped me inside and outside of the music realm. Making music in a group is cooperative social action. The more beautiful it is, the more harmony is felt, not only in the music itself but inside the people who make it.

Kate here – Entering 2010, we are grateful for the gift of you.  Hokey but true.  Your support and encouragement made it possible for us to venture out from home in Portland, Oregon to sing and play (and get other people singing and playing while we’re at it) in new places around the country.  You gave us courage, gas money and dreamed that we could do it and we did.  A lot of you were on the tour with us, in spirit at least.  Some of you even came all the way to some of the gigs, Pete Seeger, Passim.  It was a great time of discovery and connection.  Thank you for that.  It worked.   You spurred us on and went 10,000 miles.  We are back and the year has turned.

Lights at the end of the day

Lighting our way home....

We traveled the country for 72 days, eating and sleeping in “Modoc”, our trusty silver & blue-lined Airstream conversion Ford Econoline van.  We found state parks and folk-friendly driveways on the way to music stages and stores, and community centers filled with the locals.  People were curious about us. “The Ukalaliens are here!” they’d smile and they made us welcome.

We left home to try out the unknown and hit the road on Thursday morning, Ocotber 1st.   For the next ten weeks we aimed for gigs and workshops with 26 ukuleles, three guitars, a banjo, two more ukes,  a new book, in fact 500 copies of the new “Ukalaliens Songbook”, published and released that very same day, all snug in their boxes overhead in the cab.

This may not sound appealing to some, but for us it was epic.  The physical act of it was enormous.  19 feet long, ten feet tall.  City parking, no problem.  Modoc handled like a mid-sized boat on wheels.  9500 pounds plus us, it was like driving an ark.  Power steering, high beam button on the floor, cruise control and the reflexes of a sensitive elephant.   Reflexes jolted if you hurried the brakes or took a corner too fast. Not the Westy by a long shot.  More like the elephant it was named after.  Before long our pace was in synch and the road was ours.

The discovery of new towns and places, people, each with a flavor of its own.  Friendly chit-chat across parking lots over 10,000 miles made for a lot of encounters, mostly friendly.  Brief stops with old bonds across the country, each day so different from the one before.  We met and played for people from the deep past, from life before Portland, before Artichoke, before children, before we met.

Musicians, friends and family going all the way back, forty years or so, came out in force.  Some were following our journey with relish; a couple even toyed with quitting their jobs to create their own rendition of freedom, to do what they are passionate about while they had the gumption and wherewithal to do it.  They toasted us for catalyzing their decision and influencing them to make a move.  Gulp. Clink. To Life!  Smile and cheers, we wished them well and were gone by morning.

Circumnavigating the country in the current economic climate was a long mix of empty buildings, even malls; ghostly downtown hubs left haunted by the crash.  All but a few shopkeepers in some places, sweeping the front of their doors, pondering how long they can last.  Furrowed brows and gravity in their smiles hello, wondering what happened to life as they knew it.

We were in the hands of hosts and strangers most days who confounded us with generosity and hospitality.  Places we had been nervous about passing through turned into favorite stops.  I never knew I could love so many places the way I do now.  Missouri, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, California.  Stereotypes broke daily, some were reinforced.  Almost always, it felt good to meet people, get our bearings and do the gig. They were glad we came and we were happy to be there.  They dug what we were there to do and liked our music.

Digesting and sharing the stories that grew between stops will take a little time – brewing to unfold.

10,000 miles renewed our perspective and encouraged us to carry on.  The chance to explore, interact and connect, teach and sing with all kinds of people through the songs,  stories was a gift. In return, they explored their dreams and aspirations with us.  Making music together makes friends of strangers.

This story all started and ended here with you, dear readers.  Home indeed is where the heart is.  Music connects at the heart, crosses  borders and heals.  Thank you for being with us as we go.  The trip may be over but the journey has just begun.

We’ll start telling the stories one by one.  There are good twists to share.   Here’s to life!  On the road and back again, it’s good to be home.

Ukalaliens in Shelton, WA 8/16/2009

Ukalaliens in Shelton, WA 8/16/2009

Kate here  – Back in the 1950’s, a bellhop named Pedro Flores took a yo-yo out of his pocket to entertain himself during his lunch break in front of the hotel in Santa Monica. Carving and playing with wooden yo-yos was a traditional pastime for this Phillipino but the crowd that soon surrounded him had never seen anything like it. Before long, the yo-yo (which means “come-come”) drew so much excitement that Pedro started a company to make the toys that eventually became ubiquitous Duncan Yo-Yo.

The company sent yo-yo masters around the country to display the wonders of the yo-yo to the uninitiated. Steve remembers a Phillipino yo-yo champion captivating he and his buddies in Teaneck, NJ. He was sent by Duncan and outside the local soda fountain began demonstrating his astonishing skill on yo-yo. After his tricks, he pulled out a small carving knife and in short order handed over his yo-yo with a palm tree beautifully carved on the side to the nearest lucky boy, Steve. It is a fond memory from his childhood.

That fond memory planted a seed that has grown into a beanstalk of an idea that we are referring to as the “Ukalalien Tour”, 80-days around the USA teaching Ukalaliens and playing shows from the end of September to mid-December!

Steve and I have spent most of our lives enchanted with folk music, folk instruments, songs and stories of ordinary people doing extraordinary things. Pete Seeger mentored that into us from the beginning and we’ve carry on the tradition he created as well as we can. Twenty-five years of showing folks at Artichoke Music their first three chords has grown our love and respect for the simplicity and joy that the ukulele provides to everybody who tries it. The ukulele has become the perfect “gateway” instrument through which all things musical are possible.

We are keen to introduce the uke to people who want to come into the fold of playing music. So, we are taking it upon ourselves to show them how. Why? The expression on a beginning player’s face when they realize that they can play, even a little, is so satisfying! It makes a difference in people’s lives when they begin to make a little music that all of the songs and fancy stringwork that Steve and I can pull off pales in comparison to that joy.  It’s a privilege to open the door for a new player. After all those years at Artichoke, we’re hooked getting people across the bridge to the musical side of life.

The happy result is that we’re turning out dozens of new uke players every day into the streets of their lives making the world a little more musical with every strum. This is where we find our path taking us.

Back to life at hand, the final version of the soon-to-be-available-at-www.qualityfolk.com-and-wherever-we-go “Ukalaliens Songbook” is going to the print this week . This book, I have to say, is one of the sweetest music books. It’s filled with Steve’s art, drawn especially for Ukalaliens. The method is in “Steve & Kate” language and teaches the sameway we sound and show, the way we have always taught. There are twenty traditional and original songs in slow, learning speed and full versions to practice with.

You are going to have all the opportunity to play with us you could ever want by just putting the “Ukalaliens Songbook” CD in your player and grabbing your ukulele (or any other instrument for that matter!).  We’ll tune together, learn chords, strums, picks and tricks together and then sing till the cows come home with every song. Steve’s narration is warm and friendly and steadies the confidence of even the most reluctant beginner. We sing and play together all through the CD and by the end, between the book and the CD, it’s inevitable that you will be a seasoned beginner by the end.

Come October 1st, you’ll be able to get it online at our website at http://www.qualityfolk.com and at all of our gigs, workshops and appearances around the country.

Ukalalien sitings are inevitable all around the nation. We will harmonize with people in as many places as we can, west to east and home again. The calendar will have all our confirmed stops posted before we leave near the end of September. If you think there’s someplace we should stop – let us know! Thanks.

Hope to see you along the way. We are grateful for all the support, love, encouragement and music you bring into our lives. To the sponsors, Kala, Mya-Moe, Nossa Familia, and everybody involved for partnering with our mission to harmonize community with our music. We’re not as scared to try when we think of you. It’s great to be alive and sharing the way we go with each and every one of you… Thank you. Kate

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt