my sister took up playing the banjo recently, i’m happy for her and i’d like to make time to pick up an instrument of my own. maybe one day we could play together in a band.
cor
Banjo. Tucker. The best summer I can remember, and it’s no good that I’m already crying as I write this because that makes it even worse. I miss those times, when it was easy to be naive and happy and no one really cared because I wasn’t home. I didn’t have a home. I still don’t. Every day seems to get harder and harder. I can’t seem to keep up anymore. I was getting caught up, too, I was getting there. I had some things worked out. I figured out what I was going to do with my life. Now I don’t even know what’s going on in the present. I need help and no one will give it to me.
Talim
mm dinga ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dooooooong. AKA the deliverance scene haha you just got hit w/ the LOLACOPTER. Mmm lolz they be so tasty like a tasty lick on DA BANJO!! SlAPPA DA BANJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOOP
I once had a banjo that was made of a tree,
and then it came down and said it was free,
and I picked it up and strummed and strummed,
til my arms were practically numb.
The strings were twangy
as I started singing,
the rain was pourin’
outside while I was singin’,
Poor banjo,
poor banjo,
no more dreams for you,
poor banjo,
poor banjo,
you were just a sap
to be played.
Scythe42
banjo is an instrument that folk singers play all the time in music it is awesome and bela fleck is very good at the banjo. banjo is related to the guitar becuase it is a strig instrument as well as a violin in country music it is always a good sound with crisp
Anonymous
twang twang, goes the banjo-jo.
elastic sounds, pull me back to earth.
someone
banjo is underrated, but too tangy. kinda annoying i geuss. but its cool in small doses, too bad i suck at typing or i would probably be able to write a lot more here. and now i just wasted a qurte rof the time typing that sentaence. cant even spell……
hk
my uncle plays it. too loud. too much. he brings it everywhere. even to italy. in his appartment he puts a t-shirt inside so his upity NYC neighbors won’t be angry. they probably are. i would be. banjo music sucks. it’s not my favorite. but
kat
Tuneful notes drifting through the air, flowing forth from the speakers. The rich voice of a classic singer accompanying, drawing me off, for just a few moments, into another world, another place, another time. And for just a few moments, away from the strife, the fear, and the confusion.
Komm
i wanted to learn to play the banjo ever since i heard a song… i don’t remember what song it was… probably some bright eyes song. although i hate country music. it’s just horrendous. speaking of country music, taylor swift sucks. she has no talent. her songs are all the simplest chord progressions and they all sound the same. BIG WHOOP, i hate people who like her.
anonymous
We all sat down by the campfire as Joe began to strum on his banjo. As he sang soulful country music, my wife brought out a fresh apple pie for us to eat. My sons were playing baseball in a field nearby.
“Ah,” I mused. “I love America.”
vish
banjo music around a campfire. story tales and community and hands clapping and warmth. a banjo played in a restaurant in a quartet. wrinkled faces and white hair.
frida
It was a strange instrument to play. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was fascinated. A banjo! And I saw him next to me, kind of wrestling with his pants trying to put them on, really focused, he was surelly thinking on how to ask me politely to leave. I couldn’t leave now that I knew he played a banjo. Yeah, the sex was lousy, but the sudden realization that he secretly was an interesting person deserved a second chance.
Kazooie is kinda jealous
Banjo! incredible that I got this word… I’m actually a banjo player myself, been playing for two years or so. Great instrument… really emphasizes the extremes… happiest happy sounds and lowliest sad ones… Created by slaves… the first known writing about a banjo calls it the ban-shaw, I read that in a history of music class this semester.
David
Playing a banjo with Banjo and Kazooie. I wish I could play the banjo. It would make me seem more folky. I like folky people like Neil Young. They just seem like genuinely cool people.
Kraig
A banjo is an interesting instrument. My dad plays the banjo. He’s sorta good at it. You can play all kinds of music with a banjo, but usually it hurts your fingers to play the banjo because of all the finger picking. It can even make you bleed.
Ryan
GUITAR
Anonymous
The banjo is a funny instrument. You strum it. Not too weird, but it does get a bad rep. People almost always associate banjos with “hillbillies” or “rednecks.” I think they are and instrument that should get more respect than others. I personally would love to play the banjo.
Laura
this always reminds me of hawaii. my favorite place to go. luows there always have people playing banjos. banjos feel almost like a costume to hawaii. something that is na
Anonymous
i want to be able to play the banjo. I would also like to have sex now. that would be great.
Omaha
the banjo is a stringed instrument regarded by many of the brethren as a key to the forces of the universe, in, like, such as, the africa, the iraq er the asia countries, in north america. like such as.
Hans
mexican
amanda
banjo strumming playing backwoods, down home picking and a grinning, just like watching Roy Clark on Hee Haw
Colleen
The banjo plays.
come on –
sing along.
The strumming,
soft but fast.
Shuffling feet,
More to come.
Trip, fumble
or bumble.
Play out –
your heart’s song
a squeaky instrument in the country village, blasting away the feelings of a long days work with music, dancing and laughter. bbbbbbango
Lars
i was playing my banjo and the string broke. the sound wasnt the same without it, so i had to burn the banjo, as no strings were available. its a shame, but in harsh russian winters you have to make due. It was worth it in the end, as the light attracted a reindeer which nuzzled me and kept me warm. It flew me home and never again was i lost in russia.
Dru Warden
Down in the valley an old man strummed the banjo as he waited for oblivion to take him. His life was shortly over, but, with a final strum of the banjo strings, he smiled one last joyful smile. This was a man who had lived his life to the fullest.
Katherine Myren
Banjos. Fuckin banjos. You pluck, it sucks. Go ahead, epitomize the hick culture that you all want to embrace. Further decline on that never ending descent into a lack of culture.
sh
An energetic instrument with several strings, bluegrass subculture association. Happy lovely dancing shimerring twangy tight.
John Brundage
it’s a guitar
Anonymous
There i my house i sat alone, playing my trusty banjo. I would fiddle around with the neck of the behemoth. The tantalizing mysterious venues it cycled me through led my into a domino effect of wonderful tones.
picking on your front porch, my eyes looking into yours slate gray like the texas sky and the fresh scent of apple pie dancing to my nose as mama listens to the radio and sings a slow song and you blink and i breathe and the banjo picks and then, all of a sudden, i know. we are those people you read about. we are the angels. we are the divine. we are in love.
Hannah Teplitsky
the banjo twangs and strums and tries to keep me from sleep, the ceaseless noise claiming to be music, and what would i really want anyway? i cannot tell, all i hear is the unceasing banjo and i can’t dream of anything else but what is with me keeping me here
stringer
Banjo…my brother tried to teach my bird to whistle dueling banjos while he was home. I sort of want Sammi to learn it…that way, when my brother is in Afghanistan, I’ll have something to remind me of him. Damn, I hadn’t realized how much I’m going to miss him, until just now.
Sharona
play guitar shorter happy playing music play strum chords music
Anonymous
porch swing goodtimes. Moonshine in the jug.
glass joe
The music in the wind listens freely to those all around. I find that Spanish music comes to my mind. The dog chased the girl down the lane. Oh the owl last night in my dream was truly scary because my mother does not like owls. AH, the boy screamed so violently when they torn his legs apart and punctured his anal space.
Zeus
They used it in the bluegrass mass. It was supposed to be used, rather, but wasn’t. IT was different, but everyone wanted to hear the banjo so they just pretended the banjo was in the room. How amazing was the music without the banjo? Pretty amazing. How effective was the music without the banjo? Not at all…but we didn’t care!
my sister took up playing the banjo recently, i’m happy for her and i’d like to make time to pick up an instrument of my own. maybe one day we could play together in a band.
Banjo. Tucker. The best summer I can remember, and it’s no good that I’m already crying as I write this because that makes it even worse. I miss those times, when it was easy to be naive and happy and no one really cared because I wasn’t home. I didn’t have a home. I still don’t. Every day seems to get harder and harder. I can’t seem to keep up anymore. I was getting caught up, too, I was getting there. I had some things worked out. I figured out what I was going to do with my life. Now I don’t even know what’s going on in the present. I need help and no one will give it to me.
mm dinga ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dooooooong. AKA the deliverance scene haha you just got hit w/ the LOLACOPTER. Mmm lolz they be so tasty like a tasty lick on DA BANJO!! SlAPPA DA BANJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I once had a banjo that was made of a tree,
and then it came down and said it was free,
and I picked it up and strummed and strummed,
til my arms were practically numb.
The strings were twangy
as I started singing,
the rain was pourin’
outside while I was singin’,
Poor banjo,
poor banjo,
no more dreams for you,
poor banjo,
poor banjo,
you were just a sap
to be played.
banjo is an instrument that folk singers play all the time in music it is awesome and bela fleck is very good at the banjo. banjo is related to the guitar becuase it is a strig instrument as well as a violin in country music it is always a good sound with crisp
twang twang, goes the banjo-jo.
elastic sounds, pull me back to earth.
banjo is underrated, but too tangy. kinda annoying i geuss. but its cool in small doses, too bad i suck at typing or i would probably be able to write a lot more here. and now i just wasted a qurte rof the time typing that sentaence. cant even spell……
my uncle plays it. too loud. too much. he brings it everywhere. even to italy. in his appartment he puts a t-shirt inside so his upity NYC neighbors won’t be angry. they probably are. i would be. banjo music sucks. it’s not my favorite. but
Tuneful notes drifting through the air, flowing forth from the speakers. The rich voice of a classic singer accompanying, drawing me off, for just a few moments, into another world, another place, another time. And for just a few moments, away from the strife, the fear, and the confusion.
i wanted to learn to play the banjo ever since i heard a song… i don’t remember what song it was… probably some bright eyes song. although i hate country music. it’s just horrendous. speaking of country music, taylor swift sucks. she has no talent. her songs are all the simplest chord progressions and they all sound the same. BIG WHOOP, i hate people who like her.
We all sat down by the campfire as Joe began to strum on his banjo. As he sang soulful country music, my wife brought out a fresh apple pie for us to eat. My sons were playing baseball in a field nearby.
“Ah,” I mused. “I love America.”
banjo music around a campfire. story tales and community and hands clapping and warmth. a banjo played in a restaurant in a quartet. wrinkled faces and white hair.
It was a strange instrument to play. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was fascinated. A banjo! And I saw him next to me, kind of wrestling with his pants trying to put them on, really focused, he was surelly thinking on how to ask me politely to leave. I couldn’t leave now that I knew he played a banjo. Yeah, the sex was lousy, but the sudden realization that he secretly was an interesting person deserved a second chance.
Banjo! incredible that I got this word… I’m actually a banjo player myself, been playing for two years or so. Great instrument… really emphasizes the extremes… happiest happy sounds and lowliest sad ones… Created by slaves… the first known writing about a banjo calls it the ban-shaw, I read that in a history of music class this semester.
Playing a banjo with Banjo and Kazooie. I wish I could play the banjo. It would make me seem more folky. I like folky people like Neil Young. They just seem like genuinely cool people.
A banjo is an interesting instrument. My dad plays the banjo. He’s sorta good at it. You can play all kinds of music with a banjo, but usually it hurts your fingers to play the banjo because of all the finger picking. It can even make you bleed.
GUITAR
The banjo is a funny instrument. You strum it. Not too weird, but it does get a bad rep. People almost always associate banjos with “hillbillies” or “rednecks.” I think they are and instrument that should get more respect than others. I personally would love to play the banjo.
this always reminds me of hawaii. my favorite place to go. luows there always have people playing banjos. banjos feel almost like a costume to hawaii. something that is na
i want to be able to play the banjo. I would also like to have sex now. that would be great.
the banjo is a stringed instrument regarded by many of the brethren as a key to the forces of the universe, in, like, such as, the africa, the iraq er the asia countries, in north america. like such as.
mexican
banjo strumming playing backwoods, down home picking and a grinning, just like watching Roy Clark on Hee Haw
The banjo plays.
come on –
sing along.
The strumming,
soft but fast.
Shuffling feet,
More to come.
Trip, fumble
or bumble.
Play out –
your heart’s song
hillbillies. cupstacking. country. oil. beverly hillbillies.
a squeaky instrument in the country village, blasting away the feelings of a long days work with music, dancing and laughter. bbbbbbango
i was playing my banjo and the string broke. the sound wasnt the same without it, so i had to burn the banjo, as no strings were available. its a shame, but in harsh russian winters you have to make due. It was worth it in the end, as the light attracted a reindeer which nuzzled me and kept me warm. It flew me home and never again was i lost in russia.
Down in the valley an old man strummed the banjo as he waited for oblivion to take him. His life was shortly over, but, with a final strum of the banjo strings, he smiled one last joyful smile. This was a man who had lived his life to the fullest.
Banjos. Fuckin banjos. You pluck, it sucks. Go ahead, epitomize the hick culture that you all want to embrace. Further decline on that never ending descent into a lack of culture.
An energetic instrument with several strings, bluegrass subculture association. Happy lovely dancing shimerring twangy tight.
it’s a guitar
There i my house i sat alone, playing my trusty banjo. I would fiddle around with the neck of the behemoth. The tantalizing mysterious venues it cycled me through led my into a domino effect of wonderful tones.
banjo, music, country, nostalgia, better days, simpler days, reminisce
picking on your front porch, my eyes looking into yours slate gray like the texas sky and the fresh scent of apple pie dancing to my nose as mama listens to the radio and sings a slow song and you blink and i breathe and the banjo picks and then, all of a sudden, i know. we are those people you read about. we are the angels. we are the divine. we are in love.
the banjo twangs and strums and tries to keep me from sleep, the ceaseless noise claiming to be music, and what would i really want anyway? i cannot tell, all i hear is the unceasing banjo and i can’t dream of anything else but what is with me keeping me here
Banjo…my brother tried to teach my bird to whistle dueling banjos while he was home. I sort of want Sammi to learn it…that way, when my brother is in Afghanistan, I’ll have something to remind me of him. Damn, I hadn’t realized how much I’m going to miss him, until just now.
play guitar shorter happy playing music play strum chords music
porch swing goodtimes. Moonshine in the jug.
The music in the wind listens freely to those all around. I find that Spanish music comes to my mind. The dog chased the girl down the lane. Oh the owl last night in my dream was truly scary because my mother does not like owls. AH, the boy screamed so violently when they torn his legs apart and punctured his anal space.
They used it in the bluegrass mass. It was supposed to be used, rather, but wasn’t. IT was different, but everyone wanted to hear the banjo so they just pretended the banjo was in the room. How amazing was the music without the banjo? Pretty amazing. How effective was the music without the banjo? Not at all…but we didn’t care!