#banjolin

[bobbiegalore]

What kind of heirlooms do people from normal families receive, and why did I get my mad uncle Jack’s banjolin?

(The answer to the latter is that this thing has been passed around my family from relative to relative for decades and decades bc no one actually knows what to even do with a banjolin.

My dad heard about it and piped up that one of his daughters is a musician and may be able to find a use for it.

And fair play to my dad who, in one of the only nice gestures he has ever done for me, actually took the mangled ancient banjolin to some kind of specialist and got it repaired and touched up and had some of the broken parts replaced, so it’s actually in the best condition it has ever been in. It’s an extremely old instrument from like a hundred years ago, but it looks shiny and nice.)

(Also, I’m not 100% sure my great uncle Jack was mad but I’m assuming he was. The man owned a banjolin.)

#personal #irl #banjo #banjolin #music #musician life

[izzyexile]

On the banjolin, early in lockdown (April 2020)

#banjolin #long beard #lockdown #black hippy #hippy #bohemian #George Formby

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

I would like to offer you a selection of my best/most mildly cursed Maminaminals™️ Images. The Poog is not featured because she is a black pit of Nothing and therefore incapable of being photographed to a reasonable standard.

all of them look like they are up to hijinks and shenenigans and this pleases me

#ask #banjoline artichoke

[al-pomegranate-seeds]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

(Hi bestie!!!)

Hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!

1-The nickname Al comes from one of my first names I considered changing to, Alice, because Alice In Wonderland is my One True Special Interest

2-I use to do taekwondo as a child! I was actually the best student of the kids' class but it hurt a lot so I had to stop.

3-I currently have three cats and two dogs. It's about as calm as you'd expect.

#ask #banjoline-artichoke #lux my beloved

[restinthewest]

I have a lot of songs that I think are the best song ever depending on the day but anytime I hear “Sunrise” by Norah Jones I’m like, “no, actually, this is definitively, objectively the best song ever.”

#also deeply nostalgic for me #I remember watching the video week after week on top 20 countdown with my dad when that album released #the soft bass! the blues-y piano! the soft percussion! the banjolin! #truly a masterpiece #music blogging

[qupritsuvwix]

Fascinating.

#banjoline #national music museum #fender #1965 #whammy bar

[1264doghouse]

Clayton McMichen’s Home Town Boys: Charlie Whitten, banjolin; Clayton McMichen, fiddle; Mike Whitten, guitar; 18 September 1922, WSB Studio.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 202

I won’t keep anyone in suspense any longer: all of the questions you might have had after the last chapter are largely being answered here.  And it was SO much fun to write. @baelpenrose was alternately asking for spoilers 5 seconds before I wrote them and laughing himself sick.  Which was nice, since our lives got squirrelly there for a minute, and coordinating time to write and beta together on 2 separate coasts got a bit hard.  Nothing like it was back in the first half of the year, but still.

Reader shoutout this week isssss.... @sunnyvicky and @banjoline-artichoke!  I think I may have mentioned you before, but I got bombarded by likes from you recently, so I wanted to make sure I recognized you.

When Conor came in from his work shift, it took everything in me to let him shower and change clothes before I asked about Noah’s request.  As it was, he was still at the food console getting our dinner when I finally caved.

“Con, what would happen if the potatoes, melons, cucumbers, all that stuff, were planted near the crops in the aquaponics lab?”

He set down the meal in his hands before looking at me in confusion. “Are you trying to recreate the potato famine?”

Oh.

“Where did that question even come from?” After requesting the second dish, he eyeballed both and brought them to the table. When I reached for mine, he shook his head. “Not until you tell me what those poor vegetables did to you.”

“It’s a thought exercise?” My plaintive tone and best sad-eyes did absolutely nothing to convince him. I surrendered with a sigh. “Fine. Noah suggested that I look into mycology for my profession after I retire from the Council, and -” I held up a hand to keep him from interrupting. “They also suggested that we plant the crops in labs Four, Seven, and Nine together.”

He slid my bowl over and stood. “This conversation needs cheese.”

I looked down and immediately realized why he held the food hostage: it was potato and corn chowder with fire roasted salsa on top. My question basically would have reduced my dinner to a bowl of creamed corn. “Oh.”

He returned with not only cheese, but crusty bread. “Yeah, oh.” Tearing off a chunk of bread he gnawed on it for a moment before pointing at me with it. “Since when are you and the big guy on speaking terms again?”

“Since they needed to report a computer malfunction that is preventing them from communicating with the escort ship.”

“To you. Not Pranav.”

“Hmm,” I nodded before dumping a handful of cheese into my soup. “And to ask that I belay reporting it, especially to Derek, before they had investigated further.”

He arched an eyebrow at me while he chewed. Once he finished his mouthful, he glanced at the ceiling. “Noah. Mate. What is going on?”

“All systems are operating efficiently, excluding the one mentioned by Wisdom,” came the reply. 

“Not what I meant, and you know it, you nosy fungus. Sophie doesn’t have any say in where and how our crops are managed for a reason, and you know it.” Only mildly apologetic, he shrugged at me. “Sorry, love. You know how you are with anything that needs more care than a mist here and there or some liver treats. If it falls between that and humans, you don’t do great.”

“I’m kind of busy,” I grumbled, without really objecting.

He turned back to Noah, reaching over to squeeze my hand reassuringly. “I don’t really think this is some overly complicated plot to starve us to death, but you gotta tell us what’s going on.”

“I would prefer to have this conversation in person, if that is permitted?”

Conor looked at me in mild panic. I glanced at the table and shrugged, wide-eyed. “Nothing spicy is on the table, so sure? But just one body, please. Quarters really can’t accommodate more than that.”

“Duly noted.” With that, the connection went eerily silent.

Grabbing a chunk of bread, I dropped it into my bowl and started pushing the cheese around to mix it in. “The fact that they want to speak face to face-ish, even with a comms issue, isn’t giving me a lot of reassurance,” I admitted before shoveling dinner down.

“They are willing to be in close quarters with you, after actually talking to you about something you have no business in,” he pointed out. “Give them a bit of faith.”

Noah must have sent a body from another deck, because we were nearly done eating when the door chimed with a request for entry.  While I cleared the table, Conor let them in and moved furniture as needed to let them navigate to a space that was semi-out of the way.

Immediately, it was clear they were anxious. Both vomu were flicking their ‘fingers’ at a whiplike pace, while their other appendages fidgeted freely with minor twitches. Without any question or preamble, they blurted out with a crashing noise “I would like to join your group on Von.”

Conor’s jaw dropped, while I stood near the food prep area sputtering. “I - you - what? Since when?? You don’t even like us!”

Noah’s entire body stiffened while in motion, freezing into a bizarre tableau. “I am incredibly fond of humans, and regret that I was forced to give the impression otherwise.”

I... what? The sheer amount of information was too much, and I dropped to sit on the floor where I had been standing, not even trying to make it to a chair. “Is this how we die?” I wondered out loud. “We have inspired the mushrooms to commit treason - the GC is going to blow us out of the sky. Vacuum. Whatever. We’re toast.”

“The sensors that monitor all communication in and out of these quarters have deteriorated quite significantly from the frequent exposure to humidity and capsaicin. An alarming oversight on my part, one which I will resolve as soon as the comms issue with the escort ship is handled.”

Conor turned to face me. “You taught them to lie!?”

A branchlike appendage swung to separate us. “Do not accuse Wisdom of such things.”

“Thank you?”

“She is a horrendous liar. Clearly, I learned from Arthur Farro and Antoine Costa.”

“HEY!”

“That is the part of all this you object to, love?” Conor asked, concerned for the remaining shreds of my sanity.

I shrugged. “Not dying would be really nice,” I admitted. “Also, an explanation? Of…” I waved my arms expansively. “All of it? Starting with the cold shoulders and ending with defection from Soviet Galactic Core?”

“Very well,” Noah relented, indicating that I should at least move into the living room and up off the floor. Once I had, they started explaining. “When we arrived in normal space, The Ark received updated orders requiring that, rather than assist humanity, we were to take them to the same colony world and quarantine you from the rest of the Galactic Core species.”

Conor waved dismissively. “We already figured that out.”

“I would wish to indicate surprise, but somehow I am unable to.”

“Pranav is a sneaky sonuvabitch, turns out,” I agreed.

“After much laboring over both the unchanged portion of my original orders, and attempting to reconcile them with both what I know of humanity and what experience I have had regarding relocations of other species, I find that I am unable to comply with the orders I have been receiving. Rather than request reassignment and risk that my replacement will ensure the quarantine is completed, I would prefer to instead join your people on Von, along with Else.”

Slowly, I rephrased to make sure I understood. “Rather than plunk us on Von in hopes that we fail and die, and rather than letting someone else do that, you want to be plunked with us. Am I understanding that completely?”

“I am well aware that you have already enlisted the crew of the S’crirs and the fleet of their queen to ensure that the information blockade cannot be put in place, much less maintained.” Their tone was almost scolding.

Conor laughed. “I hate to break it to you, mate, but that wasn’t ‘us’. That was Charly, plain and simple. And you know that nobody controls that one.”

“Regardless, I know that you will not be isolated, and therefore feel far less of a conflict if I complete the transport and then join you on Von.”

I shook my head. “And you don’t have any other alternative? There has to be a backup plan.”

“Indeed,” Noah confirmed. “But I would prefer not to share it with any humans on this vessel, as I am aware it will be quite distressing to you all, and do not want your decision to be made under duress.”

“Suicide, got it,” I groaned. When I heard the buzzing start up, I waved it off. “We aren’t going to tell anyone that part, but you need to put your lying rehearsals to work if someone else asks that question.”

Conor raised his hand before speaking. “I’m still not entirely on board with the crops,” he pointed out. “That configuration will cause most of them to fail, and we can’t afford to go through that, find another area, and start over.”

“It is quite feasible that you  can do that,” Noah corrected. “However, there will be no need - my species is highly efficient at atmospheric sanitization, as you are aware.”

I stared in realization at Conor, who returned the same look of awe. “You aren’t just talking out of your ass, Noah - You want to use the bacteria that would kill the crops as food?”

“Specifically, as nutrition for our spores, yes.”

“Ex Vee Tee Three Beta,” Conor rattled off. “Can you remember that? Ex Vee Tee Three Beta.”

My head was starting to hurt. “What was that, in English?”

“Experimental Von Tomato, third variety, beta generation.” When I shook my head in confusion, he shrugged. “I need the data on the spores to see if this will work. That crop failed due to a fungal disease. Replacing the profile of the fungus with the profile of the spores will hide the data in plain sight.”

“That’s not even your file. It’s Sam’s.”

“Exactly,” he pointed at me and winked. “If I give a look for ideas, no one will even notice. Especially not the damned bat things that think we have the intelligence of scat.”

Not only was it brilliant, but I also realized the more important part. “And it will give you an excuse to have Sam look at it… Those are his labs.” How the hell hadn’t I realized that sooner? “Nightshades, cabbages, gourds… those are all his experiments.”

Noah made a buzz of confusion, but before I could explain, Conor jumped up with a grin. “No one on this ship knows better what those crops can and can’t tolerate. If he doesn’t see their genome in his sleep, I’ll eat my dirty coveralls.”

“Please do not. They are quite pungent, even for myself.”

“They aren’t that bad, Noah. Calm down.”

“Conor, I have no olfactory sense, and I can still tell you they stink.”

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#the miys #found family #humans are weird #science fiction #aliens #apocalypse #humans are space orcs #humans are space fae #earth is space australia #post apocalypse #post post apocalypse #original science fiction #original sci fi #original writing

[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: Mr. Elmo Kárpáti Color: Orange Peel #Ff9f00 Symbol: Decayed Radicchio Strife Specibus: hairdrierkind Handle: tantamountConvivial Animal: oryx Pronouns: he/him Age: 35 Birthday: June 12, which was a tuesday. Sexuality: thank you Interests: leaves and parkour Dream Moon: prospit Classpect: Heir of Doom Land: Land of Pillars and Forests, a plain place, with crowded Solomon Island Prehensile-tailed Skink consorts. It is a place full of crystalline stalagmites and canyons. Prometheus cannot rest. Instrument: banjolin

#IFTTT #homestuck #oc generator #homestuck kid

[jordancooperblablabla]

RELEASE DAY! I have a full-length rock album coming soon, but to wet your appetite, here is my brand new brand first INSTRUMENTAL EP, titled Lump In My Throat! 

Recorded with the Trouble's Afoot rock band (Dave Fox & Christopher Roberts) during quarantine, this is no small effort. My goal was to not use any MIDI (there's a tiny bit on two of the tracks) but create REAL MUSIC (!!) with real instruments at my disposal. Track 5 was made from everything on my desk at the time! 

Dave's bass lines are beautiful, having no vocals on top really allowed him to shine, and Chris's drums are as great as ever, bouncing from genre to genre effortlessly but still managing to feel like the same personality too!

It will be on Spotify, iTunes, Youtube, etc, etc, but on Bandcamp you get 15 BONUS TRACKS! Four earlier versions of the Lump songs, plus what I call "Early Lumps" (tm), 11 more instrumentals from years past! And this week I have it all as $3 but plan to put it at $5 later!

Track 1 is a crazy accordion instrumental! Track 2 is a country-ish melodic swing. 3 is kind of a loop of chords I've been obsessed with for years. 4 is a Smiths-y somber rocker, and 5 is the sad CODA. Sadness! Enjoy!

20 TRACKS FOR $3! GRAB IT NOW! 5 BRAND NEW FULL BAND RECORDINGS, PLUS 11 OF MY PERSONAL FAVORITE INSTRUMENTALS OVER THE YEARS! Very little MIDI! Very lot of work! GRAB IT NOW!

#new #EP #Single #instrumental #accordion #guitar #banjolin #mandolin #uke #ukulele #autoharp #melodica #harmonica #songs #tmbg #troubles afoot #jordan cooper #dave fox #rock #the smiths #pirate #pumpkin #LIRR #so long

[charliewarhol]

My personality in one picture. aka I can't stop buying Zenni's. aka I am a zen lunatic and obsessed with my banjolin. @zennioptical #904 #staugustine #saintaugustine #glasses #justgotmyzennis #music #zenlunatic #banjo #banjolin #violin #style #ftm #trans #beard #transbeard #beardgang #queer #happy #love #charlesasher #charliewarhol (at Saint Augustine, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKP26-CjiAv/?igshid=126koskngtxxc

#904 #staugustine #saintaugustine #glasses #justgotmyzennis #music #zenlunatic #banjo #banjolin #violin #style #ftm #trans #beard #transbeard #beardgang #queer #happy #love #charlesasher #charliewarhol

[theorangedeath]

inktober #7 - road

[id: a digital “ink” drawing of a road. on the road walk three friends: the first is holding a guitar and smiling widely. the second is crossing her arms and looking back. the third is way back, waving for the other two to stop. there are some trees around the road. near the viewer there’s a large rock, and behind it, hidden in the shadows, is a jackal, looking menacing] 

#my art #inktober #int #banjolin #Daniel #Daniel 2

[chordophoneoftheday]

George Houghton & Sons “Melody Uke” Banjolin

(Single course Banjo Mandolin)

#chordophoneoftheday #banjolin #banjolele #GH&S

[ukuleleoftheday]

Minstrel Banjolele 

#Ukuleleoftheday #banjolele #banjolin

[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: Sai Thos Darrow Color: Pistachio #B2d3c2 Symbol: Scratched Diamond Strife Specibus: screwdriverkind Handle: trickyAnhedonic Animal: gannet Pronouns: he/him Age: 28 Birthday: September 29, which was a sunday. Sexuality: lesbian Interests: ghost hunting and billiards Dream Moon: derse Classpect: Thief of Rage Land: Land of Zephyrs and Magma, a foreboding place, with crowded Sharp-nosed viper consorts. It is a place full of a fetid swamp and rivers of stigma. Themis is the land. Instrument: banjolin

#IFTTT #homestuck #oc generator #homestuck kid