Monday, March 20, 2006

Banjo Fantasy Fulfilled

Today was my day off and after wasting most of it at the Superior Court (believe me, it was hardly even good, let alone superior) on jury duty I drove past the music store where I had been told they sell BANJOS.

I decided to stop in.

I asked to see their BANJOS. The guy brought out the one they had left from the back, a simple Washburn model. He opened the box for me and I touched it and plucked it a little bit. Then I asked to see dobros and ukeleles and Spanish guitars (which I thought were different than regular acoustic guitars, but they ain't) to compare them, and to make sure I wasn't somehow called to learn the ukelele (which I think is downright adorable).

But I just knew the first time I touched that BANJO that this was going to be my new buddy. It's the prettiest thing you ever saw, and just broadcasts a spirit of fun. I signed up for BANJO lessons, too, so please don't think I can meet you on Saturday afternoon at 4:30 p.m. I can't. I have BANJO!! I'll meet you after BANJO!

The best part was that the owner of the store sometimes goes to my church (which has so many new people that I didn't know that -- I thought he looked familiar but from somewhere else) and he just quietly gave me a really nice discount.

The store was all filled with cute men: young men checking out guitars, older guys buying guitar stuff for themselves. I thought, "GEEZ, I guess this is the place to meet men!" Because a couple of them were very sweet and had advice and were very encouraging.

Now the BANJO is home and I'm going to sit with it a little bit tonight just to see how it feels. It came with something called a gig bag, which is one of those little knapsacks you put it in so you can go to gigs, which just made me so happy I couldn't believe it. I get a free GIG BAG, too!!??

Also entirely fabulous is the fact that my group, Sweet the Sound, cut a CD and it sounds lovely and the cover design is delicious and I'm really proud of it, and we have many gigs coming up.

So all is pretty well in PeaceBang land, as soon as I take one more night off to relax, as I burned the candle at both ends so bad last week I was truly dragging in my soul.

Love, BANJOBang


Blogger Philocrites said...


You know, you just might tempt Mrs Philocrites to restart her "starter bluegrass" band. She sang and played mandolin and rounded up two guitarists and a BANJO player when they were all at HDS. Their name? The Jeremiads.

Sadly, one guitarist headed off to become a New Testament scholar; the other became a UU minister somewheres down in the wilds of Tennessee; and the BANJO player got married and boring just like Mrs P and me! (I was the roadie, which I'd be good at again.)

Weirdest night on the road with The Jeremiads: They performed in a queer anarchist collective in Brooklyn called DUMBA to blank and uncertain stares. They were, after all, the first acoustic band in the collective's history, and I don't think people knew what to do with the Jesus songs, not to mention the Two Nice Girls womyn's music send-up of straightness, "I spent my last ten dollars on birth control and beer." Semi-ironic starter bluegrass isn't for everyone, I guess.

Just for you: Mrs P is the "discoverer" of an old Ralph Waldo Emerson bluegrass song, "Come Out of the Woods, O Henry David." She'll have to sing it for you sometime. You'll love it! It goes great with BANJO!

Blogger A. Estella Sassypants said...

Ooohh, the banjo is the kewlest thing ever!! And the next step is the ganjo!

Blogger dame olympia's page said...

I happen to know another minister who plays the BANJO in IL.

Care to check-in with a fellow BANJO lover?
I gots the hook-up.


Blogger boyinthebands said...

And heck, I was going to be content with a ukulele!

But it's no BANJO!

Blogger Princess Pinky said...

As one who is married to a musician I have a piece of advice: A gig bag is not for gigging. Get a hard shell case for that bad boy if you are going to be transporting it regularly (even just back and forth to lessons). Its worth the investment. I usually get the best price on stuff like that from

Blogger PeaceBang said...

You are all so wonderful! I will get a hard case sometime soon and I will expect to jam with Mrs. Philocrites within the year. I will set that as a personal goal.

And Dame O, please DO set me up! I need all the BANJO wisdom I can get!

Blogger Philocrites said...

One more UU minister with a banjo: Tom Goldsmith in SLC, who charms the little kids with a song about a tiger who wanted to learn to play the banjo. Of course, it's a song with props -- including a felt-covered tree and little felt characters.

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Blogger slyypper said...

Thanks for the post; you inspired me to Google up this song, which a buddy of mine, who plays clawhammer, and I have the habit of revisiting every Feb 2...

Enjoy your studies.

Blogger fausto said...

Women are so cruel. A guy offers you his BANJO, then goes away for only a few days, and then returns to find out you've found another one while he was gone.

Blogger PeaceBang said...

I just couldn't wait! I needed my BANJO right away! But the good thing is that now you can start practicing yours again and we can jam together! PeaceBANJO and FaustoBANJO on the road!


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