“I play the banjo, you know,” he responded, and produced a fivestring from somewhere and began fingerpicking it left-handed. After a time I steered the conversation back to the harmonica again.
He played a five string upside down--he had to navigate his hand around the drone peg--but his playing was more like oldtime frailing.
“I play the banjo, you know,” he responded, and produced a fivestring from somewhere and began fingerpicking it left-handed. After a time I steered the conversation back to the harmonica again.
He played a five string upside down--he had to navigate his hand around the drone peg--but his playing was more like oldtime frailing.
Thank you for reading it, Julie!
I'm not crying. You're crying. 🥺
Thank you for writing this and sharing it.
Nice profile of Bailey, love your account of meeting him. (You passed on hearing his banjo playing? I wonder what that sounded like…)