I mentioned a couple of years ago that I play the banjo some, but I haven't really taken the banjo out of its case for a long time. So Laird, my chief (and, sadly, now only) banjo-playing uncle -- more about that later -- just sent along this video via my mom, demonstrating what traditional music has been doing while I wasn't paying attention:
I'd like to think that everything in life gets this weird and awesome if you don't pay attention to it. I'm hoping that the gardening-tools area of the garage is now facing off into competing teams, or that the boxes full of library books in the basement are having, you know... grammar rumbles.
I'd like to think that everything in life gets this weird and awesome if you don't pay attention to it. I'm hoping that the gardening-tools area of the garage is now facing off into competing teams, or that the boxes full of library books in the basement are having, you know... grammar rumbles.
