Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain January 24, 2015
The Ukulele
Orchestra of Great Britain: Indeed Amazing
By Glen
Creason
You have so much
fun at a Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain concert that you sort of forget the
solid musicianship and meticulous planning that goes into these sound
extravaganzas that delight and educate the full houses that seem to follow them
everywhere. The Performing Arts Center
was fortunate enough to have this wonderful ensemble for two dates which seems
way too little for what they have to offer. You really would have to bring in a
juke box to offer up the variety and inspiration the group offers with
compositions from Jazz, R&B, Country, Folk, Music Hall, Pop, Disco, Punk,
Blues, Funk and more that the eight person group play in such perfect harmony
that it sounds like one celestial uke interpreting the joy in all music. The
band has been together for thirty years and they sound about as tight as a pair
of Southern California skinny jeans which no one in attendance was wearing for
this show. What makes their concerts so much fun is that there is not one
single, solitary shred of ennui on stage except the calculated kind and there
are moments of pure harmonic ecstasy that you might expect at a rock concert or
full orchestra playing a symphony.
At Cerritos they
culled from their huge song repertoire a couple of dozen winners interspersed
with that trademark British drollery that in this circumstance seemed wholly
appropriate. There was what you might expect
from ukuleles: the 1922 hit “Running Wild,” “Hot Tamales” once played by blues
man Robert Johnson and a sizzling “Limehouse Blues” that really let the band to
exercise their musical muscles. There were also tongue in cheek delights like
David Bowie’s “Life on Mars,” Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way,” the BeeGees “How Can
You Mend a Broken Heart,” Dolly Parton’s “Joshua” and a high-octane “Shaft”
that while fun, got some heads a nodding
in the hall. The glorious thing about the Ukulele Orchestra is that this team
plays together so well the epiphanies sort of sneak up on you and you get so caught
up in the music that five or ten or an hour and forty-five minutes vanish
delightfully before your eyes and ears. When the group locks into something
like Saint-Saens “Danse Macabre” or the silly exhilaration of “Song 2” or “Woo
Hoo” as it is known you forget about ukuleles or the many very funny jokes and
remember what makes music magical.