Mena’s quest for a banjo is part of a wave of recent and not-so-recent banjo inaugurations.

Jef, a poster to this log, has been rocking banjo for quite some time now. It’s his favorite thing. He’s hoping to get a job in Nashville doing clawhammer for some mullet-sporting crooner drinking moonshine from a jar. But that’s not very likely.

We used to have a banjo hanging around at the Taung House on Alta Avenue. They are extraordinarily cool instruments: drumhead for a body, five strings, including one that’s a way different length from the rest. It’s just and odd, twangly and percussive and all-at-once droned out type of sound.

I really don’t have much to say about it besides that, other than the fact that this entry is going to (in theory) test Trackback functionality and serve as a what’s up to Mena, for whom I was secret santa last year (and I never received a gift from my secret santa.