plink plank plunk

Just as there are people who intentionally eat Velveeta cheese, watch Gilligan’s Island reruns, or jump out of perfectly good airplanes for fun, there are people who enjoy hearing the sound of the banjo. Not me. It’s like chewing ice cubes. It’s like stubbing your toe or a grapefruit that squirts in your eye. I admit there are talented and creative banjoists producing wonderful music. They do so in spite of the instrument. Some say the banjo was brought here from Africa but that is a vile slander and I’m tired of seeing Black people getting the blame for everything.