If you haven’t noticed music is important. Really. Around here it ranks with food, shelter and clothing. We take our vacations chasing it, we pass our time playing it, and in lieu of having a third child we adopted one genetically engineered for bluegrass instead. Weird ain’t it?
Our two boys have adapted to our weirdness by scrounging around [...]
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The weather has just been great here. Overcast, cloudy and cool, my favorite kind. Aunt Sissy been reading the Farmer’s Almanac again, and said this winter is supposed to be really cold and wet. So Ben decided we needed to have a jam before all our favorite local pickers are holed up by the fire [...]
This is Smokey, our third child, a Ron Stewart model (mahogany), Yates banjo.
You can order it in maple (sounds similar to Earl Scrugg’s prewar Gibson) or mahogany (sounds similar to J.D. Crowe’s prewar Gibson). Ben prefered the mahogany sound, so that’s what he ordered. Ron Stewart models come standard with Keith tuners or you can upgrade to Keith D tuners if you like. Ben had [...]
In the pursuit of passion or any hobby there is a certain lingo, verb-age, or vernacular that goes with it. Banjo pickers are no different. In fact, they are at the top of the game when it comes to adjectives.
This is all humorous to me until I’m left alone with one (namely Ben) and he wants [...]
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