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Mar 06
2009
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The early days.Posted by TOMCAT in Untagged |
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After reading The Diva's latest article in the BNL I got to thinking about my own experiences and a young boy finding a life long friend in the 5 string banjo. I remember in the 7th grade in chorus class, a class that I took because it was pretty much a free pass, a friend brought his banjo to school to play for the class. Even at that stage he was a pretty good picker. I remember watching and listening and how I was just overwhelmed with what I was hearing. At that point I decided that I had to learn to do this. It was close to Christmas and my mother ask me one day what I wanted for Christmas. A banjer I said, and she just kinda said ooooookaaaaay!? I remember she told my father What I wanted a he said that it would be a waste of money, just something to pile up in the corner , but mama


