Luna’s New Ukes & the Art of Polynesian Tattoo

Tattoo Inspired Pineapple Uke

Tattoo Inspired Pineapple Uke

In Luna’s tradition of using body ornamentation, we feature designs inspired by Hawaiian tattoos on two of our new ukes…..the Tattoo and the Honu. Traditional Hawaiian designs were monochromatic, tattooed in black against brown skin. The patterns and layout were strongly geometric and there were many shapes and symbols which represented the natural island world: stones, waves, fish, sharks, turtles, rain, sun, birds.The pineapple TATTOO design is primarily based on waves and sharks teeth which are also echoed as fret markers. The HONU soprano is based on a stylized Hawaiian turtle (honu), a symbol of longevity and endurance rendered in a Polynesian tattoo style. Fret markers on this instrument are also inspired by sharks teeth.

Tattoo Inspited Soprano Uke

Tattoo Inspited Soprano Uke

The traditional technique used to execute these tattoos ia amazing! And looks amazingly painful! Well worth watching.

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peace,
yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

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Following the Elvis Dream

I cannot let August run out without marking a significant event. I met Elvis Presley in August of 1961…..48 years ago. At the time, I never guessed that I would end up designing guitars. I wish I could both rewind and fast forward my life at the same time so I could have presented the King of Rock with a Luna guitar!!!!!!!!!!

Elvis and his Luna on location - 1961

Elvis and his Luna on location - 1961

My girlfriend Jeannette was (is) the ultimate Elvis fan. Because I loved her, so was I. When Elvis was filming “Follow That Dream”, a 1962 musical filmed in Inglis and Yankeetown, Florida, it was the perfect opportunity for Jeanette to follow her own dream to meet Elvis. On Aug 8. 1961, we set out from Tampa with her mother Dorothy and her Italian Grandmother “Nana” in an ancient, powder blue 1952 Cadillac. It somehow took all day to drive 75 miles.

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Dorothy, as always, was dressed like a Hollywood Goddess and Nana was her stately and imposing chaperone, parting the way like a lead ship parting the waters. Jeanette and I were both sailing behind dressed like preteen dorks…..me in bermuda shorts and top that I made in Home Economics, (with green rick rack trim adding insult to injury) , and Jeanette in an equally embarrassing gold bermuda shorts outfit.
Halfway there we stopped in a diner with a “Welcome Elvis” sign and were forced to gulp down our burgers under the threat of turning the Cadillac around and heading for home if we didn’t finish our food. When we were finally in Crystal River at the Port Paradise Motel where the crew was staying, Elvis stepped out of his 1961 white Cadillac after his Yankeetown shoot at precisely 6:45 PM. Jeanette kept a keen eye on her little wristwatch to mark the time that her Dream came true.

Jeanette asked Elvis to move next to me for a picture when she saw I was shyly standing in the shadow of his light, and this snapshot was taken after his face had moved down to kiss my cheek  and was on it’s way back up (thus the blur and the silly look on my face) My autograph book was clenched firmly under my arm, but I never had the nerve to ask him to sign it.

Yvonne and Elvis

Though I was there that day for my friend Jeanette, in retrospect, I realize I was in the presence of a seminal force who influenced many of my own heroes.

Paul McCartney declared Elvis Presley as one of significant influences behind The Beatles ‘Sgt Pepper’ album. After the release of the 1967 record the band chose to stay at home rather than tour, and McCartney explained they got the idea from The King. “We had this idea that we’d make a record, and the record itself would go on tour for us,” McCartney told Rolling Stone. “That came from a story we’d heard about Elvis’ Cadillac going on tour. We though that was an amazing idea: He doesn’t go on tour, he just sends his Cadillac out. Fantastic!”

The day that he died, John Lennon, my all-time music hero, exclaimed, “Before Elvis, there was nothing” and so it was for the era of rock and roll music.

For those of you that have managed to read my entire nostalgic musings, I have one thing to say. “Thank you very much!” And don’t forget to “Follow Your Dream…..wherever that dream may lead!

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

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(Yankeetown is known for it’s “no-see-ums”…it’s really amusing to watch him scratch himself throughout the song)

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Garden Musings

I spent the 40th anniversary of Woodstock literally getting back to my garden which has been sadly neglected.

My garden was planted with a lush and unruly look in mind because:
a. I don’t have much free time to tend it
b-z. Unruly is one of my favorite words (up there with incendiary and incandescent)

But…at times it becomes necessary to give it some attention and I struggle with the questions it poses. What gets cut or pulled and what is allowed to continue doing what it does? My garden is tiny. Against all reason, I planted a species of bamboo (Bambusa Oldhamii) which becomes immense and I have derived much vicarious pleasure watching it grow over the past 5 years. So far, I have not had the heart to nip any of the new growth in the bud, although at this point it may require a chain saw to do so. This years growth is 4″ in diameter. It stands just outside my bedroom and I can imagine it coming up right through the floorboards. This thought is both mildly alarming and tremendously appealing to me as I would love to sleep and wake up amidst a stand of bamboo. It feels as though a powerful, wild and untamed spirit is living in my garden. I look up and imagine being held aloft by its strong and pliant branches, like the actors in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.

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I had tried getting into a bonsai frame of mind with the safe, predictable and tame “lucky bamboo” before I planted the real thing, but it just didn’t work for me.

“My spirit has suddenly remembered itself
like a bonsai remembering the forest.
Its keeper comes home to find it grown straight and tall
Roots through the floorboards into moist, black earth.
Branches through the ceiling into moonless sky.
With fireflies flickering all around it.”

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

new growth week 1

new growth week 1

new growth week 2

new growth week 2

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new growth week 4

new growth week 6

new growth week 6

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Dancing as Fast as I Can

When I’m not spinning plates……

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Danse Serpentine by Loie Fuller (1896) Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

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Spinning Plates

It’s been awhile! I dream of having clear space to muse and write an inspirational blog, but clear space is hard to come by. My job at Luna Guitars has always involved spinning plates, but lately plates have been stacking up exponentially! This is what my desk (and the inside of my brain) looks like these days.

I’m a very focused person who does well with one task (or plate) at a time. Really! This is what my job used to feel like when Luna was in her infancy. Piece of cake.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1026506/

This is what my job feels like now. Not such a pretty picture.

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Stay tuned!!!!!!!!!!!! Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

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Luna Landscapes

We are currently working on a short video that will help to define Luna Guitars as a company. I have taken so much of my inspiration from the earth, and so many diverse players from diverse places play Lunas, that showing them in diverse natural settings seemed fitting. Each landscape has a road or path in it as a metaphor for each player’s personal path and musical journey. This is a preview of images.

Enjoy! Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

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Doing Nothing


“You do not need to do anything; you do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You do not even need to listen; just wait. You do not even need to wait; just become still, quiet and solitary and the world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice. It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” — Franz Kafka

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitarscom

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Surrender

I have been working on surrender for some time now and came across the following narrative by Henri J.M. Nouwen which was powerful for me:

The Flying Rodleighs are trapeze artists who perform in the German circus Simoneit-Barum. When the circus came to Freiburg two years ago, my friends Franz and Reny invited me and my father to see the show. I will never forget how enraptured I became when I first saw the Rodleighs move through the air, flying and catching as elegant dancers. The next day, I returned to the circus to see them again and introduced myself to them as one of their great fans. They invited me to attend their practice sessions, gave me free tickets, asked me to dinner, and suggested I travel with them for a week in the near future. I did, and we became good friends.

One day, I was sitting with Rodleigh, the leader of the troupe, in his caravan, talking about flying. He said, “As a flyer, I must have complete trust in my catcher. The public might think that I am the great star of the trapeze, but the real star is Joe, my catcher. He has to be there for me with split-second precision and grab me out of the air as I come to him in the long jump.” “How does it work?” I asked. “The secret,” Rodleigh said, “is that the flyer does nothing and the catcher does everything. When I fly to Joe, I have simply to stretch out my arms and hands and wait for him to catch me and pull me safely over the apron behind the catchbar.”

“You do nothing!” I said, surprised. “Nothing,” Rodleigh repeated. “The worst thing the flyer can do is to try to catch the catcher. I am not supposed to catch Joe. It’s Joe’s task to catch me. If I grabbed Joe’s wrists, I might break them, or he might break mine, and that would be the end for both of us. A flyer must fly, and a catcher must catch, and the flyer must trust, with outstretched arms, that his catcher will be there for him.”

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

I also came across some amazing underwater photographs by Gregory Colbert that somehow fit with Nouwen’s quote
and remind me of how, across species, we are all here to catch each other.

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Seeds

Drop the seed, cover it, pat the warm earth down. Water it black. What else? Roethke heard the sucking and sobbing of cuttings putting down roots, resurrecting themselves. I hear nothing from these seeds and spindly tomato plants. But I do like sitting here in the evening air, watching the wet soil, knowing it’s primed with hours of my work and its own latent power. Drop in the seed and the dirt takes over, the moist warmth, the dark. It’s mystery now, out of my hands. But I want to follow. I want to understand what begins to wake the seeds. I want to hear that inaudible moan or hum, that chant of all the lives and parts of lives that dirt composes — I hear it after all, in my mind — that steady call, alive down there, that cannot rise without seeds, that even now enfolds them with its infinitesimal vibration, urging them remember now, remember now, it is time to remember yourself.
— John Daniel in The Trail Home: Essays

Lately, I’ve had the pleasure of watching vegetables grow from seed, and of cooking and eating them right out of the garden. So incredibly simple and basic and yet so mysterious. I see more and more back yard and side yard gardens these days…one of the good spin offs of the economic downturn. What are you waiting for? Find a seed, some dirt and some water and a miracle will happen.

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

Watch some amazing time lapse photography of seeds germinating here!
http://plantsinmotion.bio.indiana.edu/plantmotion/earlygrowth/germination/germ.html

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Sustainability

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Ukulele Dreams

I have been diving deep in Ukulele waters while designing a new line of Luna Ukes the past few weeks and came across a delightful artist, Amy Crehore. Her latest show is entitled “Dreamgirls and Ukes” and her canvases are vintage ukuleles!

I am including closeups of some of the bodies and headstocks below for your entertainment and amusement. They brought a much needed dose of deep play into my day!

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

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