I am making another banjo.
Years ago my wife asked my mother, “How many banjos does a person need?” It was a good question. My answer continues to be, “One more.”
Each one is different. One long with a shamisen neck, one short made with a tambourine, for putting in my bag, one with a dobro resonator, making a blues sort of a sound.
This new one is altogether different.
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