Banjo Time

I began playing drums when I was 7 years old. I remember every week dreading going to drum lessons. My dad was into guitars and I was into G.I. Joe. At the time, I had no reason to learn to play the drums. I would do the absolute least I could do to get through the hour my dad made me spend each day practicing. It didn't help that my sister was also roped into playing drums at the same time. We were always arguing, and spending an hour a day with her was like death at that age.

She figured a way out of it a year or so before I did. We would make up all kinds of excuses about why we couldn't go to lessons each week. Looking back on it I now realize what resources I wasted, and how much of my dads money I wasted. At that age, I think I would have hated any instrument. Now that I'm older, I wish I had begun the Banjo at that age. I didn't though, and now I'm here, 27 years later, trying to learn the Banjo.

Learning to play the Banjo has been brewing inside of me for years, but I never seriously considered learning it until recently. I have always loved the sound of the Banjo. But it wasn't until Listening to Steve Martin play Foggy Mountain Breakdown on his album "Let's Get Small" made me begin to think Why can't I learn that. It is worth noting here that the reason behind me playing the banjo had nothing to do with comedy. I have no intention to include it into my act. i wanted to learn to play merely for the enjoyment.  So I got a Banjo and began to practice. It didn't take me long to realize I needed a teacher.                      
  
That is where i am at. Practicing several hours a day, writing jokes several hours a day, along with work and family i am running out of available time for anything else. there is nothing else i am interested in at the moment and for my sake i think it will be a long time before i take on any more hobbies.