“… in love with the banjo …”
It is fascinating to ask people at the regular´s table about their respective notion of Bluegrass music, how their first encounterwas with it, how they got around doing it, or what basically think about it.
In this virtual regular´s table discussion, you can experience possible answers. Just imagine that you were the questioner to the left who asks those sitting around.
(thereby some not so serious responses may result)
… there is something it it for everyone!
… that is some kind of weird stringband music!
… since I hurt my arm on a frailing banjo!
… my daughter also has had somthing like a banjo!
… I learned it from my mother – from my earliest age!
… isn´t that the “high lonesome sound”?
A lot of people speak bad about banjo and banjo players and somtimes even make rather spiteful jokes, which can be found in the www. Still, one can use banjos in a versatile way, and banjo players sometimes even enjoy advantages.
Webmaster Rudi (banjo player) wants to bring close some of these hints to you and provide info how he deals with that.
I you cannot find a free parking lot, you can just place your fingerpicks on the car dashboard – then you can park on the space reserved for the disabeled.
(Rudi rides mostly E-bike anyway – so the parking problem can be spared, and misunderstandings can b e avoided
Banjos and chickens love picking. Obviously this can be used as a prerequisite to obtain new cross-breeds:
„Hey Dave, get in there! You have got to see this! Rudi crossed a chicken with a banjo and now we have a chicken that plucks itself!”
(Note: Rudi indeed is ot only a banjo player but a chicken breeder)
As the banjo player return home in the evening, he finds his wife who tries to bring the children to be in vain. Upon the plea of his wife to also take a whack on this he replies: ” I could play a banjo lullaby for them”.
She upset: “Won´t you try it in the good before?
(Rudi also has a children´s banjo, which they love)
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… it´s so easy to find friends with the banjo …
… if you look through my eyes …
