Where guitar says body, banjo says head.
Where guitar says soundboard, banjo says membrane.
Where guitar says six, banjo says one for each finger.
Where guitar says bridge, banjo says keep going.
Where guitar says hole, banjo says full.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Catskin Banjo (videopoem)
- Medicine Show (videopoem)
- Shackleton’s Banjo (videopoem)
- The Banjo Apocalypse (videopoem)
- The Silent Banjo (videopoem)
- How Jefferson Heard Banjar (videopoem)
- Banjo vs. Guitar and Out of Tune (videopoems)
- Luck (videopoem)
- Banjo Origins (3): Jesusland
- The Fifth String (videopoem)
- Banjo Proverbs (videopoem)
- The Banjo Apocalypse
- Medicine Show (1)
- How Jefferson Heard Banjar
- Catskin Banjo
- The Dueling Banjo
- Medicine Show (2)
- Open-Backed Banjo
- Banjo vs. Guitar
- Banjo Origins (1): The American Instrument
- Luck
- Medicine Show (3)
- Banjo Proverbs
- Banjo Origins (2): The Fifth String
- Medicine Show (4): A Spell to Ward Off Banjos
- The Silent Banjo
- Sugar Baby
- Banjo Origins (3): Jesusland
- Medicine Show (5): Shackleton’s Banjo
- Where Bluegrass Comes From
- Becoming Banjo
- The Fretless Banjo
- Out of Tune
- Ohio man accused of killing wife with banjos
In regards to the painter, William Sydney Mount, I was impressed — looking around the web — to see how often he painted musicians, and how sympathetically he depicted African Americans. I kept my college textbook on American Art (Milton W. Brown et. al., Prentice-Hall/Abrams, 1979), and here’s some of what it says about him:
Ah, turns out he was a musician himself:
(None of which has anything to do with today’s poem. Guess I really should’ve made a separate post out of this.)
Amen and amen!