So this happened.
My Uncle Bill played in the Generic Band doing gigs in the local area and practicing in his garage. That is where I was introduced to the banjo. They were singing Rocky Top and I was watching his fingers fly and hearing that twang and I was in love.
A few years ago we visited The Banjo Museum in Oklahoma City and I thought it would be fun some day to have one. The thought never left my mind and when I saw a used banjo by a trusted brand in great condition available somewhere in North Carolina, I took a deep breath and jumped on it.
After two sessions with a bad teacher, I decided to learn over the internet for now and just have fun with it. The only thing is cats. Why can't they leave me alone.
