I've always wanted to play the banjo, it's such a soulful instrument! I'm 19 years old and not musically gifted in any way, how do you recommend I start?
@@itsshushan9397 An in-person teacher is the best way to start, but if you don’t have access to one, an online teacher (via Skype or Zoom) is the next best option.
Thanks! It's not bad for a freebie (although it cost me $200.00 to get it restored!) But it's really handy for when I'm teaching, so that I don't have to heft my heavy Bishline around. And I guess if I ever want to take a banjo along when I fly somewhere, it will come in handy for that. But why am I explaining all of this to a fellow banjo player?! There is never an excuse needed for acquiring another banjo!
@@mdarrenu Thank you for your nice, diplomatic way of making a suggestion. Some have admonished me to “smile!” but that feels awkward and forced. I will try to work on occasionally looking at the camera. 😊
Thanks. Yes, here are the lyrics: My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was taller by half than the old man himself Though it weighed not a pennyweight more It was bought on the morn' of the day that he was born And was always his treasure and pride But it stopped. short. never to go again When the old man died Ninety years without slumbering His life seconds numbering It stopped. short. never to go again When the old man died My grandfather said that of those he could hire Not a servant so faithful he found For it wasted no time and had but one desire At the close of each week to be wound And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face And its hands never hung by its side But it stopped. short. never to go again When the old man died It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight That his hour for departure had come Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime As we silently stood by his side But it stopped. short. never to go again When the old man died Ninety years without slumbering His life seconds numbering It stopped. short. never to go again When the old man died
@@banjogranny9156 Oh, the clock is his heart.. And his heart was as big as himself.. :(( oh, what a beautiful song - Thank you so much for your time, finding the song text for me.
Good pick'in on one of my favorites and second song I learned to play when I started back in 1975! Nice Granny, thanks once again for posting, I really need to get back at it!😉
I watched a clawhammer introductory tutorial and it helped me tremendously o appreciate what you're doing here. Clawhammer is much more interesting. I've enjoyed a few of your videos.
Thanks. It's weird how bluegrass music sounds much more complicated than it is, and clawhammer is much more complicated than it sounds. Thanks for taking the time to learn about it and appreciate it more! 🙂
@@BryanS-s9i It is a combination of arrangements - parts are from Lukas Poole’s arrangement, plus a little from Dave Hum’s arrangement, and some of my own originality.
I agree with you about playing slow. Like you I couldn't play fast if I tried. I play clawhammer banjo on a banjo with a 12" pot. A slower tempo really brings out the mellow tones. You have a very beautiful technique.
