Hi. These ukuleles, by the way, are Florence and Lawrence aka Lawr. Florence here is named after Florence Welch of Florence + The Machine. And Lawrence... well... I just really like the name Lawr, and since I'm in a full name basis here, I thought, "Hey, Lawr must have a real gentlemanly full name like Florence.", hence the name Lawrence.
I have just bought Florence a while ago in Raon. She is actually the tenor kind. Her body is well... decorated. You might say she is quite elegant and sophisticated.
Lawrence, on the other hand, is the soprano kind. Unusual ya? Lawrence is supposed to be the tenor, but you know, I really do believe that WOMEN CAN DO BETTER IF NOT BEST THAN MEN. Ya kill me, I'm a feminist. Bye. Go eat your brains. Nom nom nom.
Anyway, Lawrence is actually a simple guy with his simple strings and ebony skin. He is actually an introvert (Florence is the extrovert). He can be very very very sweet though, while Florence can be very very very very cold and insensitive. But Lawrence always understands Florence. He loves her, is all.
What I really like about these two is that, what one lacks, the other has. They can be very odd when heard separately. But the moment I play them simultaneously (I can do that using Audacity muahahahaha), the birds start to swim, the sun begins to embrace the moon, and the heart becomes the mind and vice versa.
I wish I can just play my ukuleles forever and ever and ever non-stop, but I can't do that right? Because I have to study, eat, sleep, make friends, buy books, listen to music, have extreme hot sex, and die. I love my ukuleles so much. I love them more than I love my iPod or cellphone or the internet or my laptop. You see, Florence and Lawrence have already become a part of me. Like my eyes or ears or brain or kidneys or pancreas or metatarsals. And it is extremely, unimaginably hard (more like being eaten alive by 2 orang gutans, 18 tyrannosaurus, 5 king cobras, and 1 big female elephant) to lose your eyes or ears or brain or kidneys or pancreas or metatarsals.
Can you even begin to imagine losing all those body parts?????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!! GAH YOU'D END UP LIKE AN OLD FORGOTTEN GRAY RAINCOAT PUSHED INSIDE THE DEEPEST DARKEST SMALLEST CORNER OF THE TO-BE-DONATED BOX.
Who wants to end up like that HUh HUhs hUHs HUUH HuUuhH????! Kbye.
