When I was 10, my Dad took me to Nigeria for a holiday. My Uncle Henry who was a doctor and a notorious drug addict bought me one of those. I always knew it as a thumb piano.What!? What!? No love for the kalimba??
When I was 10, my Dad took me to Nigeria for a holiday. My Uncle Henry who was a doctor and a notorious drug addict bought me one of those. I always knew it as a thumb piano.
Well, that's where my parents were from. I went when I was 10, 13 and 14 and especially the first two times, it was wonderful. Then I got conned into living there without being told and I was stranded for 4 years. And I hated it. But it was one of those significant turning points in life where you either fold and crumple or become strong. In my head at least, I went the latter route. In the end, I just upped and 'left'. My cousin used to call me "the man of no state" !Nigeria for holiday? No kidding? We would love to go to Africa. The wife and I talk about it often.
Nigeria for holiday? No kidding? We would love to go to Africa. The wife and I talk about it often.
I'm voting with Gerg except for the first one, seeing I play acoustics mainly these days...
But I can see why people prefer electrics, knowing how lame-o most guitarists are at acoustics.
And, not having tried a fleshlight, I'm willing to go for vagine...