I love my banjo...

My banjo has skidded across Sandy Blvd., presided over countless tall bike jousts, mud battles, It's played for thousands of people since 2001 when I got it and most of the time it's been my tool through fire, glass breaking, bricks busted over my chest and countless fans standing on me while I'm playing.
Sometimes it charms the socks off people...with Olive Rootbeer's help that is...

The thing is...I suck at banjo, I never even wanted to own one but it was all I could afford back then.I quickly found out it is a drum, it's super tough and fits on my tall bike. I know enough chords and single notes to entertain the masses. It's fun and funny...I love my banjo.

My banjo can scream, yell, laugh, growl, keep a beat and last night...it was a magic wand. I love my banjo...
and the dog "Banjo" too...

I named my kid's dog "Banjo" because she has (is) the same beauty and function as the instrument.