wildjimbo

It didn’t make any sense. One second they were sitting there playing their banjos and singing songs of oppression, civil liberties, and the inexplicable and eternal wrath of God. The next they were being pissed on, out of thin air more...

Frustrated by a pair of patent rejections, Stelling had traveled to Washington to show the people in the patent office that the banjo he’d built himself was different from the ones that roll off the factory line.

Awesome guitars