"While my guitar gently weeps"

While working on the Proust Questionnaire (more on this later), I surfed over to The Late Greats, whose latest post was about Jake Shimabukuro. It inspired me to answer the question "What is your idea of perfect happiness?" with this statement - to have Jake Shimabukuro play his ukulele for me in Central Park. I eventually wrote a different answer, but that's another story.

Still, the wild beauty in his playing is no small thing. The video below is a treasure. I watched it dozens of times when a friend first sent it to me. That was about three years ago; today, Jake and his weeping ukulele still leave me reeling.