Trying to photograph my new banjo-guitar from sexy angles. Mum got it me for academic attainment. Though, naturally, as a raconteur and artiste, I care not a jot for such arbitrary measures of worth.
Been writing twangy riffs on it all afternoon, imbibing a little Americana.
I’m ready for my hoedown.
You’ll have to master a Southern US accent before you’re allowed to actually play that instrument. Those are the rules.
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