One day my oud-related pun will come
The other morning I was lucky enough to be up and out of bed early, with the oud, so I could get in a little time practising. My daughter invited me to her room so I could watch her new dance moves and I brought the oud too. What this produced was (for her) ten minutes of dancing to strange and previously unheard music and (for me) ten minutes of uncritical listening and some one to interact with while trying really hard to to play unintentional quarter tones. Overall, it worked well. I am now one tiny step closer to getting at least the left hand technique down on this wonderful instrument.