I got a wild hair this spring, no doubt from lack of legitimate work, and decided I\u2019d build myself a banjo. I play one so I\u2019m familiar with the basic form. Bunch of strings, thingamabobs to hold em to the end and more up at the top so you can tighten or loosen em. I mean, even a banjo, it helps to be in some kind of tune. It\u2019s got a round pot made of wood and some have a round brass metal piece on top of that to give it a \u2018ring\u2019. Banjos have a skin head or a store bought plastic job pulled down over the pot and you need some kind of gizmos to hold it down tight and better yet, to be able to tighten it up like a drum. Then there\u2019s a neck that has the fretboard and the peghead and this has to fit up against the pot and something has to hold it at the right angle so you aren\u2019t playing strings about half a foot off the fretboard which makes playing a lot harder than it already is.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t mean to make it sound complicated. I mean, early banjos were made out of gourds with some catgut for strings and a stick neck and you just wailed on that thing like beating a drum. Banjo! Not exactly as complex as a harpsichord or a saxophone. Seems doable. Seems like a person with the right attitude and a little nerve could just go at it and a few days later might come out the other end with all his digits intact and an instrument that would sound at least okay, if not totally tolerable to most listeners.<\/p>\n
I think life is a little like that. Meaning, sometimes you have to wade out into the water. It isn\u2019t as deep as you think and worse case, you can dogpaddle. Too many of us think we\u2019re going to drown, just flounder out there when the bottom drops out and then flail until we\u2019re worn out and finally just sink down into a watery grave. Why risk it? Why take a chance when there\u2019s all this dry ground to stand on and just look at the beach and the water from a safe distance? Well, lots of us do just that. I mean, I don\u2019t mountain climb and I don\u2019t race Formula Ones. Some things do seem risky.<\/p>\n
But \u2026 nothing ventured, nothing gained, my old man used to tell me. Course, he never figured I\u2019d apply that to a career in art and he probably felt bad for steering me down a rutted road. I remember when I told him I was building my own house. The silence on the other end of the phone was all I needed to comprehend his horror. Poor Karen, he was thinking, or so he told me later when he and Mom came to visit and view this construction debacle firsthand and he fully expected some plywood lean-to drafty as a chicken shed and leaking the first rain. Instead he drove up the drive to find a two story house, sturdy and durable and handbuilt with slate floors, mosaic tiles, curly maple staircases, stained glass transoms and sidelights, custom made doors, brick fireplace, handcrafted furniture, birdseye maple cabinetry, hardwood floors, cedar paneling on the interior walls, cedar on the exterior. A nice house, perfectly comfortable. Took two years to build. Best years of my life.<\/p>\n
Did I know what I was doing? Not really. Sometimes a purpose and a little faith in yourself will carry the day. Most things in life aren\u2019t rocket science. Although that seems to be changing. Too often we\u2019re just afraid of failure. I guess I\u2019m not. It seems like it\u2019s one way to learn what you need to learn to be successful. And anyway, sometimes they\u2019re not totally different. That\u2019s what art taught me. You have to be your own judge, finally, even if other people will be too.<\/p>\n
So \u2026 I\u2019m making banjos. Some play well, some not. Some sound sweet, some not. Some are beautiful, some are a little like your kids, beautiful maybe only to you. Could I sell them? my friends ask, wondering I guess, who needs this many banjos. Well, that wasn\u2019t my original intention. But then again, when I started making stained glass, it wasn\u2019t going to be my career either. It doesn\u2019t really matter. I\u2019m not going to build houses for a living. I\u2019m probably not going to be a banjo luthier. What I\u2019m doing is what any kid does, just following my nose, trying stuff out, seeing what\u2019s fun and what isn\u2019t. In the meantime I get to live in my house. I get to play my banjos. And hopefully my life will be my art. It\u2019s about all I can ask.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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