Neil_O
Well-known member
When I was young, I strung a bunch of resonant things across the opening of a bucket. If I squeezed the bucket between my thighs, the pitches of all the resonating strings would go down (tennis racquet strings and rubber bands if I remember). I also made a diddley bow. Neither of these things had names in my experience. I played them and the angels gathered around to throw celestial tomatoes, but it was fun to me.I'm happy playing my non-ukulele. I don't care what you wish to call it, I'm having fun.
So I agree, the name of a thing does not make the thing.