Banjo Dan
He cut his first 30-bracket aluminum rim right out of a hubcap found in a milofield off Missouri Hwy 13.
Just hybrid homework for a banjo playing boy destined to pick scorching paths at Uncle Dave Macon Days in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, where clawhammer hooks & modern creativity creep around each sacred mountain of melodic frost, as mythical bootleggers get their jangling comeuppance or hard lot fair pay for exquisite cornliquor.
No musical matter, some more depression-era mug shot men may escape a straight razor romp through custom shop strings only to be gunned up good two fast frets down on this hazardous homemade narrow stretch of maple neck needed in the next town now like the tenant farmer wearily walking to an obsolete oil field near Sequoyah County, Oklahoma in the next song’s smoldering breeze.
