• Here For The Music
  • tell me this, pal: why isn't everbody sittin' on a fence in the moonlight playin' a banjo?
    that's all i want to know.

    Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.

    Mark Twain

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    ‎The piano may do for lovesick girls who lace themselves to skeletons, and lunch on chalk, pickles, and slate pencils. But give me the banjo… When you want genuine music — music that will come right home to you like a bad quarter, suffuse your system like strychnine whisky, go right through you like Brandreth’s pills, ramify your whole constitution like the measles, and break out on your hide like the pin-feather pimples on a picked goose, — when you want all this, just smash your piano, and invoke the glory-beaming banjo!

    Mark Twain in the San Francisco Dramatic Chronicle, 23 June 1865 (via melodyannn)

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