If I could play the banjo…..
Don’t you like to daydream? We’re doing that this week, asking “If I could…”
If I could….. play the banjo.
I would…. put together a little act. We would travel around and put on shows that were silly and fun. Like Pickin’ and Grinnin’, only class things up a bit. We’d tell jokes, a few corny ones, and long stories that were more about the telling than the punch line. I’d make fun of myself to help people not take themselves so seriously.
If I could play the banjo, I’d play happy music that would make people tap their toes and forget about their troubles for awhile.
Because if you’re playing the banjo, you can wear pearl snap shirts and cowgirl bling every day of the week and nobody thinks you’re putting on airs.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that the organization I work for was preparing to host cowboy poet Baxter Black in an event. I was touched by how humble and down to earth he was in person. Everyone in the room was laughing at his high-energy act. Here’s a picture with Baxter and the Board of Directors. We’d spent months planning and worrying over the event and I love how here, we’re all grinning.
If I could play the banjo…. I would pluck out a tune and put a smile on your face.