<![CDATA[GUAVA GROOVE - BLOG]]>Thu, 15 Jan 2026 04:12:00 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[Bill Tapia]]>Mon, 03 Feb 2014 08:00:29 GMThttps://www.guavagroove.com/blog/bill-tapiaBill Tapia was a direct link to ukulele history,  In fact, he knew everybody who was somebody on the ukulele and Hawaiian music scene.  Because of his rich history and his colorful personality he was also the best story teller I have ever met in my entire life. PictureBill Tapia: Ukulele Virtuoso
He walked in like it was still 1929.  Being a visual person, I was immediately intrigued by his presence.  He was aged, of small stature and wearing a jacket with a fur collar, the length of which extended approximately ten inches from the ground. What really struck me were the red shoes he was wearing!  Awesome!  Pure sheer awesomeness!  I love it!  I'm all over it!  I think he was 97-years-old and man could he play ukulele!! 

As the days pass by, I miss him more.  It's strange.  When someone is 103-years-old you expect that their days will come to an end and yet I am left with the feeling that he left too soon.  Suddenly, I find myself wanting to hold on to everything....pieces of paper with music notations written quickly across a hand drawn staff...whole musical scores he wrote out for me off the top of his head!  I suddenly want to take them out of my music book and study them and then frame them...protect them.

He would often share memory's of his life.  Bill Tapia loved reminiscing about his boyhood on the island of Oahu.  I listened as he recalled a memory from years back.  It was an evening in Honolulu and he was about 7-years-old.  Bill lay quietly in his room listening.  It was his bedtime and he could hear live music coming from neighbors, who lived across the street from him.  It was the home of Lydia and David Bray, my tutu's (grandmother) auntie and uncle.  They would put on splendid luau's at their home and collect a fee from tourist   "Oh, how I wanted to go over there and play music with them!",  Uncle Bill had told me.  I sat there amazed, here was a gentleman from a bygone era, sharing stories of my ohana (family) with me!  I am grateful to him for that gift. 

One day while I was visiting him I asked, "Uncle, did you happen to know Johnny Ukulele?" He replied, "Oh yeah!  I knew all those guys back then!  I played with him in Chicago!"  Wow!  It was so great, to finally speak with someone else who knew Johnny Ukulele, a dear, dear friend of my mother's.  Uncle continued, "Say, Johnny Ukulele was a really great player."  I then asked him, "Well, did you know Mary Kaye of the Mary Kaye Trio, as well?"  Bill very enthusiastically replied, "Oh yeah!  After I finished my gig in Vegas every night, I would rush over to the place where she was playing!  She was my favorite act!"  However, I wasn't sure he knew the connection between Johnny Ukulele and Mary Kaye, so, I then asked, "Uncle, you know that Mary Kaye was Johnny Ukulele's daughter, yeah?", and he got this look in his eye.  He just looked straight forward and stared.  He was in deep thought.  Then all of a sudden, he turned his head towards me and said, very emphatically,  "NO!  I knew her when she was a little girl!  Well, I'll be damned." I smiled hugely!  

We who live in Southern California had the great privilege to learn from him, listen to him and simply hang out with Bill Tapia.   He was an accessible legend!  He loved people and....we all loved him back.   
]]><![CDATA[What Inspires you to play ukulele? ]]>Sat, 28 Dec 2013 10:17:01 GMThttps://www.guavagroove.com/blog/what-inspires-you-to-play-ukulele
From California to New Zealand; from Ireland to Isreal, you will find lovers of ukulele! Social media is filled with groups and communities of uke players from all over the world and by means of these different online platforms we ukulele players become familiar with one another and have access to all things ukulele.  


In my work as ukulele teacher, I meet so many people!  I LOVE hearing their story!  Who are you?  Where are you from?  What makes you the person you are?  And.... What brought you here to my ukulele class?  To get this conversation going with my own story.

My inspiration began with a name:  Johnny Ukulele.  I remember playing in the tall grass next to his home  when I was very young.  
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Kapu Bray
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Johnny Ukulele, Ukuele virtuoso
It wasn't his kindness, or his winning smile that captured my heart.  IT WAS HIS NAME!  I'm not even joking. Every time I heard his name, my imagination soared and I thought to myself, "How did he get that name?" Years later I would learn the answer to that question.  But for the sake of topic I will say this:  His name made an impression on a very young Hoku Bray because today ukulele is my M.O. (mode of operation. [for those of you who don't use urban slang])!  

I learned to play ukulele in the Summer of 1972. It was one of those days when there was nothing to do.   The day was odd.  A beautiful summer day, a quiet pool in the backyard and no one to play with.  It was so quite and my mother was taking an afternoon siesta.  I was bored. It was at this most boring moment that I had the idea to play Mom's ukulele.  Brilliant!  I picked up my mother's ukulele, which was leaning against a wall in the living room and then took it into her to ask her to show me how to play.  She woke up and taught me a Hawaiian vamp in the key of C.   What I learned in those 15 minutes lasted me a lifetime!  Little did I know that I would have the privilege of sharing that vamp with thousands of individuals wanting to learn to play the ukulele!  The memory of Kapu Bray keeps the love of uke in my heart. 
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Above: Bill Tapia performing at the Southern California Ukulele Festival.
There is Someone else who must be mentioned here:  Bill Tapia.  Those of you who knew him understand why.  Bill Tapia was always available.  Available for a phone call, a music lesson, a visit, a story, performing, you name it!  102-years-old and he didn't miss a beat. One day while meeting with him for a ukulele lesson, he stopped playing....just stopped and took a moment to think and then said to me, "You better stop messing around and take this serious, your a good player!"  Thank you uncle Bill, you inspire me to this very day! 

Do you play uke?  What inspired you to play? Please share your story by commenting!  
]]><![CDATA[Which Ukulele Should I Buy For My Child?]]>Thu, 26 Dec 2013 09:18:47 GMThttps://www.guavagroove.com/blog/which-uke-should-i-buy-for-my-childPicture
One day while teaching at at a local music shop, I noticed a mother and her young daughter trying  to decide which ukulele they should purchase.   The mother was holding an Ohana ukulele, while her daughter was holding a Luna ukulele with a honu (sea turtle) imprint around the sound hole.  The sales man came; the ukulele with the honu was hung back in it's place and the Ohana was taken to the counter for purchase.  

Now, these ukuleles were comparable in price and they both play nicely.  Perhaps, one cost a little more...I dunno.  What I do know is this:  Choosing an instrument is exciting, and having the right one can inspire learning!

When shopping for an ukulele with your child, be ready to guide them to quality instruments and then...let them choose.  I'm not saying to buy the top brand instrument, but, rather, I am suggesting you guide them away from poor quality ukulele's that will go out of tune easily, and may not play well or sound good.  When you are at the store, encourage your child to play the different ukuleles and then use guiding questions.  Ask them which ukulele sounds better, which one feels better to play, and then ask them which one they like best.    

I want to return to that scenario I mentioned earlier.  The mother of this little girl looked at me, as if to say, "What should I do?"   It was at that moment that I smiled from afar and discreetly nodded towards ukulele her daughter wanted.  This is the awesome part:   That woman smiled back and let her daughter choose the Luna​ with the honu on it!   The exchange between the two of them at the moment was priceless! You should have seen it! The little girls' eyes lit up as her mother bought her the ukulele of her choice.  This parent had the opportunity to say yes, and she took it!   

I am certain that this little girl loved her ukulele, and that in of itself can inspire someone to play.  Believe me.  I see it happen all the time with adults.  But thatʻs another story and  . . . that is price tag of a whole other level.      


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