There is a time and a place to busy and bustle. To get things done in all order and fashion. But, there is also a most wonderful time to play the banjo.
Some will prickle and pine their fingers around the drum of a most crude instrument. Others will hear its spirit play through their soul. A child- like joy, hiding, and whispering, “Go seek!” A surprising sense of wonder, and curiosity that emerges from the obscure parts of both the young and old.
It’s hardly worth saying the banjo is a notable instrument. It may pluck and twang in a bothersome way, but don’t we all? Whose to critique that giddiness that buzzes inside you and me? If you find yourself humming along to that little noise inside, take heart and don’t think yourself so strange.
The banjo embodies those silly, but oh so beautiful things that excite us all. Whether it be stacking rocks into little fixtures for gnome peoples. Or, drying flowers in old books for your neighbor. Perhaps, even collecting bugs in a jar and calling it art. We are all so strange and magnificent in these odd interests of ours.
For some, it’s is shaking their butts in the moonlight to 80’s music. For another, it’s chewing tobacco with their Labrador at their feet. A most popular oddity, is to garden for little potatoes, scattered years ago. Yet another strangeness, is to hide away for many days, creating odd contraptions throughout the night.
Whose to say and whose to judge? The banjo plays on.
