Without Grunge.

At the barn dance I talked about in a previous post, at breaktime for the Doc Branch band, a couple of the grandkids stepped up with banjos and a guitar and played us a couple of songs.  The boy in the front got drafted by the older boy next to him and he said “but I can’t play the banjo” and the other boy said “of course you can, just get up here”.  So he did, and by gosh it turns out he could play just fine.

The grunge version.  This one has a vintage feel which goes well with the hay bales and general atmosphere.