Monday

Like a Graveyard Hound...

...I Say...Make me howl and moan!

Banjo decided not a bring a guitar or some OTHER such instrument with him when moving way up to the Pacific Northwest, thinking it would be a big pain the ass to travel and move around with, not to mention the preposterous amount of cash the airlines want out of your ass for taking it on the plane. And don't get Banjo started on those chumps at the post office...
Anyways, not bringing a geetar proved to be a most boneheaded idea, as Banjo quickly began longing for something to turn the back porch into a rock-rollin', foot stompin', ho-downin' of a good time. And being the cheap bastard that he is, Banjo didn't particularly want to give up a shoe-box full of clams for said good-fun-time-making-instrument.

And so, for the first time ever, Banjo built one. A four string dealio. Out of a cigar box and a plank. And some other nicknacks. It looks like this...






Somewhat rudimentary. Totally playable. Totally needing to be wailed upon. Totally awesome. An electric model will be coming soon...watch out!

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