I don't know if my current obsession with owning a banjo can be directly traced to my childhood exposure to Hee Haw, but it seems very likely. It could also be the hillbilly genes that my dad's side of the family contributed to my makeup. Whatever it is, I'm obsessed with the prospect of owning a banjo and, worse, learning to play one.Don't get me wrong. I've no idea what I'm doing and I don't intend to take lessons. I can play the piano (with plenty of enthusiasm if no real talent). And in order to prove my worth to the banjo, I've even been teaching myself to play my guitar. When I say "play my guitar" I really mean pick out only those chords necessary to vaguely play the hillbilly music I love and then beat them half to death. My landlords must be growing weary.
Oh, to have a banjo of my very own.
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Don't sell yourself short. I've heard your Lespianoplaying and your Lesguitarpickin' and I know that Lesbanjo will be a virtuoso performance.
Heeeeee-haw!
i feel that i must say something witty and sparkly but i don't got it in me this a.m.
did you hear buck owens died? it made me cry and i hated all the hours i logged watching hee haw with my folks.
babs,
welcome to the lesblog. if you need anything, please, do not hesitate to ask. we are here to serve.
i did know buck owens died. i remember those hee haw watching days fondly. i still know all the words to some of the standard hee haw songs like "we're not ones to go 'round spreading rumors" and "gloom, dispair, and agony on me." timeless classics.
thank you for stopping by the lesblog.
Les
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