It occurs to me now that I could have borrowed my fiancee's leg warmers for this purpose. Then would have been running like a maniac!
How sexy would that be?
Oh well. Lost opportunity.
Back Talk
Wherein you couldn't pick me out of a lineup
Misszippy was hoping she caught a glimpse of me playing the banjo in the recently ended nice weather: "I couldn't get the volume to work so I can't enjoy the pleasure of your banjo! But at least we can finally see what you look like."
Answer: Not unless I shaved my beard and got a different banjo. As Barefoot Johnny O said, that's Barefoot Josh on the gob iron. And David, those are Carolina boys in that video, not Yanks like me. Let this be a lesson to you: Not every banjo player you see online is me. In fact, only one is.
Here's a Yankee banjo player with a name apropos of this blog, Tom Collins:
I'm getting closer to playing "Breaking Up Christmas" without screwing up. Sunday will be the big test, as I get together with my monthly old-time jam mates.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!
4 comments:
Actually, the banjo player is from Ohio. And of course I'm from New York by way of Wisconsin. The other two (guitar and fiddle) are from Cackalacky, but the fiddler spent adolescence in South Dakota of all places, and the guitar player lived in Tibet for a while. Not your typical Carolinians.
They do all have that annoying NC trait of picking up an instrument they've never seen before, let alone played, and master it in minutes.
I always liked ONJ though those socks hardly look moisture wicking.
Have you considered entering a race and playing the banjo the entire distance, while dressed like Olivia Newton-John? ...and of course you'd be enjoying fine brew at each aid table.
S man is on to something!
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