A scientific expedition disembarks from its plane at the final outpost of civilization in the deepest Amazon rain forest.

They immediately notice the ceaseless thrumming of native drums. As they venture further into the bush, the drums never stop, day or night, for weeks. The lead scientist asks one of the natives about this, and the native’s only reply is “Drums good. Drums never stop. Very BAD if drums stop.”

The drumming continues, night and day, until one night, six weeks into the trip, when the jungle is suddenly silent. Immediately the natives run screaming from their huts, covering their ears.

The scientists grab one boy and demand “What is it? The drums have stopped!” The terror-stricken youth replies “Yes! Drums stop! VERY BAD!”

The scientists ask “Why? Why? What will happen?”

Wild-eyed, the boy responds, ” . . . BASS SOLO!!!”

What’s the difference between a banjo and a(n)…
Chain Saw:

a chain saw has a dynamic range.

you can turn a chain saw off.

South American Macaw: one is loud, obnoxious, and noisy; and the other is a bird.

Harley Davidson Motorcycle: you can tune a Harley.

Onion: no one cries when you cut up a banjo.

Trampoline: you take your shoes off to jump on a trampoline.

Uzi: an uzi only repeats forty times.
How many banjo players does it take to screw in a light bulb? Five; one to screw it in and four to:

complain that it’s electric.

lament about how much they miss the old one.

complain that Earl wouldn’t have done it thata-way.

argue about what year it was made.

argue about how much it costs.

ask what tuning she’s using.

stand around and watch.

10: one to do it & the other 9 to stand around & say, “I could have done it better.”

none: but hum a few bars and I’ll fake it.
How many bass players does it take to screw in a light bulb?

All of them are too layed back to bother to change it.

Six: One to change it and five to keep the banjo players from hogging the light.

How many light bulb joke tellers does it take to change a light bulb?
100: One to change it & 99 to make stupid jokes about it…

What did the banjo player get on his IQ (or SAT) test? Drool…

How can you tell if the stage is level? If the banjo player drools out of both sides of his mouth.

Why do some people take an instant aversion to banjo players? It saves time in the long run.

What’s the difference between a skunk run over on the road and a banjo player run over on the road?
You see skid marks in front of the skunk.

What’s the difference between a run over skunk [or frog] and a run over banjo player?
The skunk [frog] was on it’s way to a gig.

How many banjo players does it take to eat a opossum? Two, one to eat it & one to watch for cars.

How can you tell the difference between all the banjo songs? By their names…

What is the definition of perfect pitch? Throwing a banjo into a toilet without hitting the seat.

What do you call a good musician at a banjo contest? A visitor.
What are flaming guitars good for?

Lighting banjos on fire.

Kindling.

Why are banjos better than guitars?
They burn longer.

What’s the best thing to play on a banjo?
A flame-thrower.

What’s the difference between a fiddle & a violin?
Who cares?!? Neither of them is a banjo!

What’s the best thing to play on a guitar? Solitaire.

What do you call a guy that hangs around a bunch of musicians?
Banjo player/Comedian.

How can you tell if there’s a banjo player at your door?
They can’t find the key, the knocking speeds up, and they don’t know when to come in.

Why do bluegrass banjo pickers always die with their boots on? So they won’t stub their toes when they kick the bucket.

You’re lost in the desert and you see Bugs Bunny, a cactus, and a good banjo player. Who do you ask for directions? You might as well try the cactus, the other two are figments of your imagination.

Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, a good banjo player, and an old drunk are walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a hundred dollar bill. Who gets it? The old drunk, of course, the other three are mythological creatures.

What is the banjo picker’s favorite whine? “Play Dueling Banjos…”

Why are all those banjo jokes so darned simple? That’s so bass players can understand them too…
Where do banjo players play best?

In traffic.

In a galaxy far, far away…

How do you keep a banjo player in suspense?…

What is the most important aspect of banjo playing?…timing…

How is playing the banjo a lot like throwing a javelin blindfolded?
You don’t have to be very good to get people’s attention.

What do you say to the banjo player in the three piece suit? “Will the defendant please rise.”
What do you get when you throw a banjo and an accordion off the Empire State Building?

Who Cares…

Applause.

What do you call twenty-five banjos up to their necks in sand [or concrete]? Not enough sand. [Almost done.]

What do you call one-hundred banjos at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.

What will you never say about a banjo player? That’s the banjo player’s Porsche.

How can you get a banjo player’s eyes to sparkle? Shine a light in her ears…

You can tune a banjo but how do you tuna fish? By adjusting it’s scales…

Why do so many fishermen own banjos? They make great anchors!

Why did the Boy Scout take up the banjo? They make good paddles.

Why did the banjo player leave his capo on the dashboard?
So he could park in the handicap zone.

Why did the banjo player cross the road?
It was the chicken’s day off.

What is the difference between a banjo player and a prune? Their color of course!

How can you tell a herd of banjo players from a bunch of grapes?
Jump up and down on them…If you get wine, you’ve got grapes!

I recently had surgery on my hand, and asked the doctor if, after surgery, I would be able to play the banjo. He said, “I’m doing surgery on your hand, not giving you a lobotomy.”

“Doctor, doctor will I be able to play the banjo after the operation?”
“Yes, of course…”
“Great! I never could before…”

What’s the best or fastest way to tune a banjo?
With wirecutters.

Which one of the following does not belong: Herpes, Measles, AIDS, Banjo Players?
Measles–you can get rid of the Measles.

What should you do if you run over a banjo?
Back up…

When do banjo songs sound the best?
When they’re over.

Why do fiddlers pick on banjo players?
Because they can’t pick on their fiddles.

Why does everyone pick on banjo players?
Because it’s so easy!!!

Well, maybe I should stop picking on banjo players…naaaaaah.

There’s not much between you and a fool is there?
“Just this here banjo…”

Does this kinder, gentler era have room for another generation of obnoxious banjo pickers telling dumb jokes and playing fast? Guess so…

Listener: Can you read music?
Banjo player: Not enough to hurt my playing.

A man walked into a bar with his alligator and asked the bartender, “Do you serve banjo players here?”
“Sure do,” replied the bartender.
“Good,” said the man.
“Give me a beer, and I’ll have a banjo picker for my ‘gator.”

A banjo player walked into a bar…another banjo player walked into the bar…you’d think the second banjo player would have seen what happened to the first banjo player and ducked! [Under the bar.]

The Pope and a banjo player find themselves together before the Pearly Gates. After a small quantum of time which was spent discussing their respective professions, Ol’ Saint Peter shows up to usher them to their new Heavenly station. After passing out wings, harps, halos, and such, Saint Pete decides to show them to their new lodgings. Only a brief flight from the welcome, Pete brings them down on the front lawn (cloud-encrusted, natch) of a huge palatial estate with all sorts of lavish trappings. This, Pete announces, is where the banjo player will be spending eternity, (at least until the end of time…) “Hot Dang,” the Pope says to His-Self, “If he’s getting a place like this, I can hardly wait to see my digs!” They take flight once again, and as Pete leads on, the landscape below begins to appear more and more mundane until they finally land on a street lined with Brownstone houses. Pete indicates the third walkup on the left as the Pope’s new domicile and turns to leave, wishing the Pontiff his best. The Pope, in a mild state of astonishment, cries out “Hey Pete! What’s the deal here? You put that banjo player-feller in a beautiful estate home and I, spiritual leader of terra-firma, end up with this dive?”
Pete looks at the pontiff amusedly and replies: “Look here old fellow, this street is practically encrusted with spiritual leaders from many times and religions. We’re putting you here with them so you guys can get your dogma together. That other guy gets an estate, because he’s the first (non)damned banjo player to make it up here!!”

Saint Peter, wanting the new arrivals to feel at home, promised to spend some quality time with each one. He asked his first arrival of the day, “Hi! What’s your IQ?”
“150,” he said.
“Great,” said Peter, as he showed the man in, “we should get together tomorrow and discuss the Theory of Relativity for a while.” He asked the next person, “What’s your IQ?”
“120,” she said.
“Fine, fine,” said Peter, “I’d love to take some time with you Wednesday to discuss current world politics.” To the third person, he asked, “What’s your IQ?”
“42,” drawled the fellow.
“Fantastic!” cried Peter, “I’ve been looking for years for somebody who could help me perform a banjo duet!”

A banjo player goes to his class reunion and meets up with the smartest kid in his class, “Hi, how are you doing? What have you been up to?” he says. “I’m doing experimental brain research at the Salk Institute,” replies the smart kid. Then, our hero sees another classmate of his, who never was very smart. He walks over to him and says, “Elroy! How are you doing? I’ve been meaning to ask you, What kind of picks are you using these days? Heard any good banjo jokes lately…”

Strummin on the ole…
An old man was on his death bed and called his whole family together so that he could bid them farewell and make his peace with the world. After he said what he wanted to each in turn and he knew he was coming very close to death he called for all to gather together.
“I have one thing I would like to confess before I go,” he said. They all drew closer. “It was me,” cough, wheeze, “I was the one,” he said as they leaned down as close as they could to hear what he could barely get out in a whisper. Gasp, cough, “I was the one,” cough, wheeze, “in the kitchen with Dinah…”

A man went to a brain store to get some brain for dinner. He sees a sign remarking on the quality of brain offered at this particular brain store. So he asks the butcher: “How much for fiddle player brain?”
“2 dollars an ounce.”
“How much for mandolin player brain?”
“3 dollars an ounce.”
“How much for guitar player brain?”
“4 dollars an ounce.”
“How much for banjo player brain?”
“100 dollars an ounce.”
“Why is banjo player brain so much more?”
“Do you know how many banjo players you need to kill to get one ounce of brain?”

At a convention of biological scientists one researcher remarks to another, “Did you know that in our lab we have switched from mice to banjo players for our experiments?”
“Really?” the other replied, “Why did you switch?”
“Well, for several reasons. we found that banjo players are far more plentiful; the lab assistants don’t get so attached to them; the Animal Rights Activists leave us alone; and there are some things even a rat won’t do… However, sometimes it is very hard to extrapolate our test results to human beings.”

For three years, the young banjo player had been taking his brief vacations at this country inn. The last time he’d finally managed an affair with the innkeeper’s daughter. Looking forward to an exciting few days, he dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, and stopped short. There sat his lover with an infant on her lap!
“Helen, why didn’t you write when you learned you were pregnant?” he cried. “I would have rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and the baby would have my name!”
“Well,” she said, “when my folks found out about my condition, we sat up all night talkin’ and talkin’ and decided it would be better to have a bastard in the family than a banjo player.”

Banjo players spend half their lives tuning and the other half playing out of tune.

Banjo pickers: we tune because we care…

“I bought mine tuned.”

Banjo players play requests by multiple-choice not fill-in-the-blank.

“You can pick your banjo and you can pick your nose but you can’t wipe your banjo on your pants.”

“Anyone can play one of them things-all you need is three fingers and a plastic head”

The sixth fret on a banjo is a lot like the thirteenth floor on a building-you don’t really need one.

Banjo players are a lot like sharks–they think they have to keep playing or they’ll sink…

“Banjos are to music as Spam is to food…”

“He can’t hear you, he’s playing his banjo–his brain is disconnected…”

Play Bluegrass Lite! One third Fewer Notes! Less Picking! Sounds Great!

“Second verse same as the first
A little bit faster and a little bit worse…”

Banjo rap:
Them Banjo Pickers by Mason Williams
How ’bout them banjo pickers ain’t they fine
Same damn song for three or four times.
Them banjo pickers all they know
Is Cumberland Gap and doe-see-doe.
Them banjo pickers talking ’bout strings
Banjo pegs and other such things.
Them banjo pickers, them poker faced mugs
They never do smile, they just play Scruggs.
You want to be a banjo picker you don’t need a ticket
Just get yourself a banjo rare back and pick it…

“The banjo is such a happy instrument–you can’t play a sad song on the banjo it always comes out so cheerful.
Doom, dispair, & agony on high…see you just can’t do it.” –Steve Martin

If you practice, tune, make a sound check, & sit down to play it’s Folk music otherwise it’s Bluegrass.

“Some people call this next song Cripple Creek–but they’re wrong!”

I used to play banjo on tv but my mom said get off or I’d break it!

After you’ve played the banjo long enough people will pay you to play; however, your neighbors will pay you to stop.

“You can either laugh a little faster or I can tell the jokes a little slower…”

“The only thing worse than telling banjo jokes is laughing at them!”

How many strings does a banjo have?
Five too many…

Why do they bury banjo players 20 feet deep?
Because they really are good people deep down…

“Frets are like speed bumps on a banjo…”

No matter how much you tune it–it will still sound like a banjo!

What’s the difference between a banjo player & a locksmith?
A locksmith gets paid to change keys.

“Have you hugged your banjo today?”

How do you get two banjo players to play in unison? Shoot one.

Why do banjo players prefer picking rather than strumming? It’s easier to transfer a skill than learn a new one.

A few years ago a lost group of banjo players were discovered on a remote island in the Pacific. When asked how they survived for so long, they answered, “from the supplies dropped by the helicopters…”

“Banjos! We don’t need no stinkin’ banjos!”

How do you make a banjo player slow down?
Put some sheet music in front of him.

How do you make him stop? Put notes on it!

“What instrument do banjo players play best?”

What’s the difference between a banjo player and a savings bond? A savings bond eventually matures and earns money.

That banjo player is no stranger to these parts–no stranger here than anywhere else at least…

A banjo player is sorta like an appendix: They can both be a big pain sometimes; you don’t miss them when they’re gone; & no one’s figured out what good they are…

What’s the difference between a good banjo player and Bigfoot? There have been sightings of Bigfoot.

What’s the difference between a banjo and a lollipop? When you lick a lollipop it disappears but when you play licks on a banjo it’s still there!

What is the loudest noise on the beach? A banjo player and a sea gull fighting over a fish.
What is the difference between a terrorist and a banjo player?

You can reason with a terrorist.

Terrorists have sympathizers.

A man decides to take a short vacation from his job and travel somewhere exotic. So, he books a trip to a small, essentially untouched Pacific island where the native culture is still intact. He has great expectations (no, not the novel by Dickens) for his trip, as he really needs the time off.
So, he sets sail on his chartered ship to the island paradise. As the boat is approaching the island, he notices the sound of drums. “How quaint,” he thinks, “the natives are engaging in an ancient ritual with drums.” He arrives at the island and gets something to eat. All this time, the drums are going. Well, after a few hours, he begins to wonder when the drums are going to stop. So, he asks a native why the drums are going on so long. The native runs away screaming with a terrified look on his face.
Thinking he has probably disturbed the sanctity of the native ritual by asking an intrusive question, the man decides to just forget about the drums and enjoy his vacation. But, after another two days of continuous drums, it’s really beginning to bother him. So, he asks another native, “When are the drums going to stop?” The native just looks at him. So, he asks, “Why are the drums going on so long?” This native, like the first one, runs away screaming.
So, after another two days, the man has had it with drums. He grabs the first native he sees by the neck & demands that he make the drums stop. The native replies “I would rather die than be the one who stops the drums.” The man asks him why. Slowly, the native answers…”Because when the drums are over, the banjo solo starts!”

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What’s the difference between a banjo and a flute?
Flutes don’t burn!

What’s the difference between a banjo player and a lawyer? You don’t want to run over a lawyer! [You’ll get sued!]

What’s this: x x x ?
Three banjo players co-signing a loan…

Did you hear about the bass player who locked his keys in the car? Took him three hours to get the banjo player out…

From the autobiography Preston Sturges on Preston Sturges:
Mother took a rotten little apartment for us on Twelfth Street, the only banal apartment I have ever known her to take, and one afternoon I arrived home with a big smile on my face and a peculiarly shaped package under my arm.
“What’s that?” asked my mother looking at the package apprehensively. Then in a pale gray voice, she added, “That wouldn’t happen to be a banjo by some remote chance, would it?”
“How did you guess?” I cried enthusiastically. “Just wait till you see it!
The pawnbroker practically gave it to me for only three dollars, including the case, and it has real mother-of-pearl between the frets and around the scroll!”
“It’s a curse,” said my mother, putting her hand to her forehead, “a taint.”
“A what?” I asked, thinking I had misunderstood her.
“A pollution of the blood,” said my mother, “like leprosy. It has to be from the blood, there is no other possible explanation. With the utmost care and during your entire life, I have refrained from giving you even a hint about this vice of your father’s.
“I never let your Grandmother Biden or anyone else mention it to you for fear that it might awaken a dormant strain and encourage you to emulate him. But it has all been in vain. You may as well know now. Your father was considered, in banjo circles, to be one of the very best banjo players in America. Such was his talent that manufacturers would actually send him new models for nothing, just to get his opinion and endorsement of them.
“Your father always enjoyed playing a piece on the banjo for me, always a long one, and at the beginning of our marriage, I could stand it. Then as time passed, he was no longer satisfied with just plunking out a piece once, but immediately after finishing it, he would plunk it again in several different keys.
“Then I would get it with variations and countermelodies woven in…but still the same piece. He would wind up by plunking it behind his back in a sort of contortionist’s grip. One night he actually gave the finale while swinging by his knees from a trapeze he had strung up between the sliding doors.
“If any more loathsome instrument than the five-string banjo has ever been invented during the entire history of music, I have yet to hear of it. I thought I had suffered from that miserable thing for the last time in my life, but you can’t get away from heredity! So tune up your banjo, then go down to the corner and get me some poison.”

“Will pick for food.” –Grateful Dudes Bluegrass Band

You know why I wear my banjo strap around my shoulder? Because I don’t want it around my neck…

What is the difference between a newly graduated banjo player’s résumé, all the banjo songs, and a can of Alpo dog food? The can of Alpo has content.

What’s the difference between a banjo and a lawnmower?
You can tune a lawnmower.

What is the difference between grapes and a banjo?
You take off your shoes to stomp on grapes.

What is the difference between a banjo and a chainsaw? The grip.

What do banjo players use for birth control?
Their personality.

How is lightning like a banjo player’s fingers?
Neither one strikes in the same place twice.

“There’s nothing I like better than the sound of a banjo, unless it’s the sound of a chicken caught in a vacuum cleaner…”
“Any requests?”
“How about ‘Softly, as I leave you’?”
“What key?”
“You won’t need a key–just ring the doorbell when you get back from the pawn shop.”
“Don’t your vocal chords hurt when you sing like that? They’re killing me!”
“You’re just jealous because show biz is in my blood.”
“Right now I’m just concerned that when I smash that banjo over your head, we won’t be able to get the show biz stains out of the rug.” –The Fusco Brothers

You can play all the banjo songs backwards and they’ll still sound the same!

“Banjo picker wanted: music knowledge not required.”

You’re driving down the street and you see an accordion and a banjo–which one do you hit first?
The accordion: business before pleasure.

How is playing the banjo like peeing in a dark suit? It gives you a warm feeling but no one notices and no one really cares.

Top five reasons to be a banjo player: (1.) It’s obnoxious; (2.) It’s loud; (3.) It’s fun; (4.) All those Banjokes; (5.) The cool “banjo players walk” hunched over from carrying that heavy thing around on one shoulder all day…

“Scruggs is OK, but he hasn’t any social conscience.” –Sing Out!, 1962.

How many Banjokes are there?
Only three the rest are true stories…

How do you keep a banjo player from drowning in a foot of water? Take your foot off his head.

Banjo players never get out of line just out of tune…

Mark Twian’s definition of a gentleman: a man that can play the banjo and don’t.

Know any banjo jokes? Just me…

What’s the difference between a banjo player and a puppy? If you ignore a puppy long enough it will stop whining…

Why did the chicken cross the road? She was showing the opossum & the banjo player the way. [58]

How can you tell if a banjo player is well hung? If you can put two fingers between his neck & the rope…

Upon hearing from his doctor that he only had six months to live, a man exclaimed, “But doctor, is there anything I can do?”
“I’m afraid not.” said the doctor. “But, there is one thing you could try…”
“What, what, I’ll try anything…”
“Find yourself a homely girl that plays the banjo and move to Pittsburgh.”
“Will that help me live longer?”
“No, but it will make time go by really slowly…”

I didn’t know you could tune one of those things? Only if you’re sharp…if you’re flat you’ve been playing in the street too long…

What’s the difference between a banjo and a helicopter?
You can tune a helicopter.

What’s difference between a banjo and a fish?
You can tuna fish…

Saint Peter is interviewing newly arrived musicians at the Pearly Gates. He asked the first musician, “So, what did you do?”
“I was first violin with the London Phil Harmonic,” stated the first musician.
“Fine, you may enter,” said Saint Peter. He then asked the second guy, “What did you do?”
“I was a school band leader,” said the second guy.
“Great, you may also enter,” replied Saint Peter. Finally, Saint Peter asked the third guy, “So, what did you do with your life?”
“Well,” replied the third guy, “I really wasn’t a great musician–I played casual banjo in a bluegrass band. We mostly played for Barbecues, Barmitzas, and the like…”
“Oh,” replied Saint Peter, “Oh, all right, but go around the back, OK…”

How can you tell when the banjo player is joking? His lips are moving…

If you took all the banjo players in the country and laid them end to end…we’d be a lot better off!

Why don’t banjo players get any mail? Because they can’t read notes!

What’s the difference between a banjo and an accordion? The accordion takes longer to burn…

“This machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender…” –Pete Seeger

These days, having a banjo & fifty cents will only get you a cup of coffee–to go!

I don’t have to take it [a break] it’s in my banjo players contract…

Bluegrass Police have been known to give Banjo Speeding Tickets at Bluegrass Clubs and festivals…

Why was the banjo player staring at the Orange Juice? Because the label said, “Concentrate.”

Why was the banjo player standing on the roof? Because they told him the drinks were on the house.
–Karen Cox

Foggy Mountain Breakdown is to banjo music as ________ is to food. Chicken as in, “it tastes just like chicken…” and “it’s just like Foggy Mountain Breakdown but instead of the Em…”

A Rabbi and a banjo player are traveling through the country with their friend from India when their car gets stuck in a ditch. Stranded, they walk to the nearest farmhouse and knock on the door. A farmer and his beautiful daughter answer the door. The farmer says he’ll be glad to put ’em up for the night and they can go for help in the morning. However, there is only room for two in the house, one of them will have to sleep in the barn.
The Rabbi volunteers and goes off to the barn. A few minutes later, there is a knock at the door, it’s the Rabbi, “I cannot sleep with pig, it’s sacrilege.”
Then the Hindu volunteers to sleep with the pig and goes off to the barn. A few minutes later, there is another knock on the door, “I cannot sleep with cow, sacrilege.”
So, now the banjo player takes his banjo and goes off to sleep in the barn. A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door–it’s the cow and the pig!!!

Rick: Uh, how many banjos do you own, anyway?
Pete: One too many.
Rick: How many is that, Pete?
Pete Seeger: Two.

Why are Vogon’s so mean? They’re just hacked off ‘cuz you can’t fret a banjo with tentacles. That’s the real reason they invented Vogon Poetry. [Vogon’s are the aliens that destroy Earth in the sci-fi classic, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Their poetry is another form of torture.]

Banjos are to music what Etch-a-Sketch is to art.

Air Earl: Earl Scruggs is an avid aviator. That’s where Groundspeed came from, as opposed to “airspeed.” I hear Boeing is coming out with an Earl Scruggs model with the tail piece missing cause “that’s the way Earl did it…”

If your car is sliding out of control, and you have the choice of running over a banjo player or an accordion player, which one should you choose? Either one. You can always get the other on the second pass

How can a banjo player make money?
Hang out your “Pay or I Play!” sign.

“The 5-string banjo is a noble and mellifluous creation; it comes in a variety of shapes and styles, is played in a variety of different ways, and has almost entirely replaced the harp as the chosen instrument of the angels.”

A banjo player went running up to a cop and said, “Arrest that kid, he just changed one of my tuning pegs.” Cop said, “Oh, come on, you can fix that.” Banjo player says, “Maybe, but he won’t tell me which one!”

What’s the definition of a minor second?
Two banjo player’s playing the same note!

Nekkid as a Jaybird
Nekkid as a Jaybird,
Flyin’ through the winter snow.
Didn’t have a stitch on,
So he hung that banjo low.
The blue Kentucky moon,
Turned his moons a blue-ish glow.
And made everybody grateful,
The feller didn’t play dobro.

Driving down a long lonesome highway through the dessert on his way West, a weary traveler sees a lone female hitchhiking by the side of the road and slows to a stop to pick her up. She smiles, grabs her banjo, jumps in, and they’re off. Then all of a sudden she yells, “Stop the car!” He slows the car to a halt under the shade of a big tree she jumps out of the car grabs her banjo, climbs up in the tree, throws off all her clothes, and starts playing the Star Spangled Banner. Have you heard this one before? No!?! What! You never heard our National Anthem before?!?

How do you get the banjo player out of the tree? Cut the rope.

A Russian, a Cuban, and two Americans, (a guitar player and a banjo player) were sharing a compartment on a train. The Russian in an attempt to impress the other passengers says, “In Russia we have so much vodka that we can afford to throw it away.” He then throws a bottle of fine Russian vodka out the window. In a spirit of one-upmanship, the Cuban replies, “In Cuba, we have so many fine cigars that we can simply throw them away.” And the Cuban proceeds to throw a box of the finest Cuban cigars out the window. Not to be outdone, the guitar player says nothing, he just stands up and throws the banjo player out of the window…

A banjo player and a guitar player both fall at the same time from a balcony in the top of a skyscraper. Which one hit the ground first? The guitar player-the banjo player will have to stop and retune at least once on the way down.

What’s the difference between a banjo player and a bucket of manure? The bucket.

Why don’t banjo players get to take breaks between sets? It takes them too long to retune.

There once was a picker named Bruno
Who said, “There’s one thing I do know
Guitars are fine
And mandolins divine
But banjos are numero uno!”

Why don’t banjo pickers like to go to the beach? Because cats keep trying to bury them.

What do banjo players and bottles of beer have in common? They’re both empty from the neck up.

Sign on a street near a bluegrass festival: “Drive Safely–Don’t kill a child.” To which someone added, “Wait for a banjo player!”

“Like the banjo itself, whose twang can clear clogged sinuses and remove stubborn wallpaper, the mountain music is an acquired taste.” –Smithsonian

What does a sperm and a banjo player have in common? They both have one chance in about a million of becoming a human being.

How is banjo playing like a courtroom trial? Everyone is relieved when the case is finally closed!

Why was the banjo player walking his kids to school everyday? Because they’re in the same grade.

A bluegrass band is on their way back from a gig South of the border when they get arrested for playing a banjo after dark. The judge quickly sentences them to death. At dawn the next morning the band finds themselves looking at the business end of a firing squad. “Ready, Aim,…”
“Earthquake!” yells the guitar player which distracts the guards long enough so he can jump over the wall to freedom.
“Ready, Aim,…”
“Flood!” yells the mandolin player who jumps over the wall to freedom.
Now the banjo player is starting to catch on.
“Ready, Aim,…”
“Fire!” yells the banjo player as loud as he can…

Banjo Tuning is an oxymoron…

How can you make a million bucks as a banjo player? Start with two million!

Why do they let banjo players play in pizza parlors?
Because pizza is the only food that you can taste over the noise.

“Lawyers are bigger jokes than banjos!”

A bluegrass band arrives early for their concert. The banjo player jumps right up on the stage and begins his tuning ritual. Ever so carefully he adjusts his tuning pegs to the flashing lights on his high-tech “TV set” digital electronic tuner that he has his banjo plugged in to. An hour later, he takes a five minute break when the pizza arrives, quickly returning to his banjo to continue tuning.
A passing stage hand asks the banjo player, “How come you spend so much time tuning? The last band that played here showed up five minutes before the show, tuned up, and started playing. Why do you spend so much time with that high tech tuner?”
“Well,” says the banjo player, “I guess some people just don’t care…”

A beautiful maiden is talking a stroll around the castle when she hears, “Hey! Down here!” Looking around, she sees a small frog down by the moat and picks it up. “Hi-I’m really a banjo player but an evil witch has put a spell on me and turned me into a frog. If you would kiss me I can return to my norml self and we can live happily ever after…” The beautiful maiden smiles and puts the frog in her purse. “Hey! Aren’t you going to kiss me?” shouts the frog. “No way-a talking frog is worth a lot more than a banjo player!”

How do you define an optimist?
A banjo player with a beeper!

Bumper Sticker: On the eighth day, Bono created Banjos!

Sign in store window: “Banjo For Sale-cheap, no strings attached…”

Always remember that the Banjo Player is the Fiddle Player’s best friend; without him the fiddle would be the most hated instrument on Earth…

What’s the difference between a banjo and a lawnmower? Your wife gets upset when the neighbors borrow the lawnmower and don’t return it.

How do you make a chain saw sound like a banjo? Turn it on.

The difference between a banjo and a Banjo:
A banjo is a round thing with a neck and an even number of strings that some guy on a stool (or worse) plays with a little bitty ol pick and cranks out tunes like “Wait Till the Sun Shines Nellie” and “Alabammy Bound” and “Good Bye my Coney Island Baby” on; and it’s related to a Banjo in about the same way that Crazy Otto is related to Scott Joplin.
A Banjo has an odd number of strings, and a wooden thing on the back to keep the sound from getting out too much, and typically comes with an attachment named something like “Ralph” or “J.D.” or “Earl” that makes the noises come out. An unbiased ear can always tell a Banjo from a banjo just by listening; and if a song’s got a Banjo in it, by gum it’s Bluegrass…

The only difference between a banjo and cocaine is that you can’t fit a banjo up your nose.

How many bluegrass musicians does it take to screw in a light bulb? It doesn’t matter as long as everyone gets a turn!

“I don’t like her–she makes me feel stupid!”
“The banjo player in Deliverance makes you feel stupid…” –Herman’s Head.

What is the range of a banjo? About 10 meters if you throw it hard enough.

A lady calls the home of her favorite bluegrass band and asks if the banjo player is going to play with them at the concert tonight. “I’m sorry lady the banjo player was killed in a car crash late last night,” the mandolin player reports. However, every night she would call and every night she would get the same answer. Finally, the mandolin player says, “What do you want?!? You keep calling and bothering us every night–I told you the banjo player is DEAD!”
“I know you’re banjo player died,” she says, “I just love to hear you say those words…” A soft cackling laugh was heard off in the distance before she hung up the phone…

A bluegrass band convicted of International terrorism and condemned to die in a small Third World country is given one last request. The banjo player, without thinking, shouts out, “If I must die for my country, my last request is to play FMB one last time!” The mandolin player shouts, “then my last request is that you kill me first…”

Definition of mixed emotions: your banjo player riding over a cliff on your brand new Harley…
–Garrison the mandolin player from Picket Line.

Do you know why the Post Office had to stop producing their new commemorative Banjo Player Stamps?
Because people didn’t know which side to spit on…
Bumper Sticker: “Old Banjo Players don’t die; they just…

…stop fretting.

…stop resonating.

…get unstrung.

…get restrung.

…get picked on.

…take a break.

…tune out.

…cross the bridge, start fretting, & become nutty.” –Thanks Antoinette!

A drowning man sees an out-of-tune banjo player, an in-tune banjo player, and Santa Claus walking by on the shore, who should he yell to for help? The out of tune banjo player of course-the others are figments of his imagination…
[See also #38 & #39.]

Why is the banjo the most important instrument in a bluegrass band?
(a.) Every band needs someone to make fun of.
(b.) Every jam session needs someone to drown out the inevitable walk-up guitar player who can’t pick worth a dang.
(c.) Without a banjo, a bluegrass band becomes just another collection of individuals looking for the meaning of life…
–Steve Spurgin, bass player with California.

“Don’t shoot me–I’m only the banjo player…”

A banjo player, an accordion player, and a politician jump off the Eifel Tower, who gets saved first? We all do!

“Can I play my banjo now?!?” Shutup!!!

I wrote a song, but I can’t read music so I don’t know what it is. Every once in a while I’ll be listening to the radio and I say, “I think I might have written that.”

How can you break a banjo players fingers? Punch him in the nose [while he’s picking…]

How many banjo players does it take to change a light bulb? Only one–he thinks the world revolves around him…

“Keep pickin’ that & it’ll never heal.” [bgrass-l]

“A man who plays the banjo has got it made–it never interferes with any of his pleasures in life.” –Stringbean

What’s the first thing you know?
That Jed’s a millionaire!

A banjo player was so poor he couldn’t afford lessons so his friends chipped in and got him banjo lessons for his birthday. They sent the greatest banjo teacher that every lived to his house. The teacher knocked on the door and the guy answered. “I’m here to give you Super Playing Abilities!” Said the banjo teach. “I’ll take the soup, I haven’t had dinner yet…” said the banjo player… [Soup or Playing abilities…]

Three surgeons were discussing their favorite types of patients. The first said she enjoyed operating on Italians. Why? Because of all the olive oil they consume, their internal parts are well lubricated and nothing sticks to other parts. The second said he preferred working on Germans. Why? Because they are extremely organized and neat people. All their innards are logically laid out and labeled, like a medical textbook, making the surgeon’s job that much easier. The third said that while she liked operating on Italians and Germans, Banjo players were her favorite. Why? Because they have only two parts, a mouth and an anus, and they’re completely interchangeable. [Was a lawyer joke.] Disclaimer: not meant to offend Italians or Germans.

How many bass players does it take to screw in a light bulb? 1…4…5……1…4…5……1…4…5…

Our hero was walking around Ventura and after he had an In-and-Out burger, he happened upon a little antique shop, so he went in and took a look around. Way up on a high shelf he saw a little brass mouse figurine, and he really liked it. He asked the owner how much it was, and the guy said, “It’s $50 for the mouse, and $100 for the story that goes with it.” Well, our hero didn’t care about any old story, he just liked the little brass mouse, so he paid the guy $50 and walked out with the mouse in a brown paper bag. As he was walking home, he noticed the figurine was hollow with two little holes. Holding it up to his mouth, it made a melodious whistle. No sooner that he started, he was being followed by three little mice. When he stopped, they stopped. When he turned left, they turned left, et cetera. “Whoa, this is creeping me out,” he thought. As he walked, the mice were joined by more mice, until our hero looked like the Pied Piper. He started to run, and he wound up on a pier over the Pacific Ocean [he’s in Ventura, remember?] All the mice in town are right behind him. He is so freaked out that he throws the bag with the brass mouse into the water, and all the little mice jump after it, fall into the ocean, and drown. “Man, this is weird!” he says. He goes back to the antique store, and the owner doesn’t seem surprised to see him. “Ahhh, you’ve come back to hear the story!” he says to our dilapidated hero. “No, man,” says he, “I was just wondering if you have any little brass banjo players?”

Old Lad by Hal Koons, American Banjo Fraternity
If you never tune the pool old thing
Nor ever change a worn out string
If your jaw is slack and head is too
There’s only one thing for you to do.
Hang your banjo on the kitchen wall
Nail it tight so it will never fall
Yank off your shoes and hoist your sox
Flop down in front of the idiot box.
Join all the millions of other boobs
Whose eyes are glued to the TV tubes
Stick there until your natural hue
Turns from pretty pink to sickly blue.
The banjo is not for you, old lad
With you it’s merely a passing fad
Far better for you to haunt the telly
Than squeeze a banjo against your belly!

A banjo player was sitting with a bunch of friends in a bar in the Bronx one night back there in the twenties, when someone came around taking up a collection to pay the funeral expenses of an impoverished accordionist. [This was necessary because ripsnorting funerals are the most important events in the lives of us Irish, if the preposition “in” is acceptable when applied to the star of the occasion.] The banjo player didn’t happen to hear what the collection was about, and when the cigar box came around to him, he asked the man next to him what it was for. “Oh, they want a dollar to bury a box-player,” he was told. The banjo player dug a bill out of his pocket. “Here’s two dollars,” he said, “bury two of them.”

Don’t tell my mom I’m a banjo player.
She thinks I’m a piano player in a whorehouse.

How can you get six banjo players to play in harmony?
Only give one of them a banjo!
What do you get when you cross a chicken and a banjo player?

a chicken that can pluck itself.

a banjo omelet.

finger pickin good.

a chicken that delivers itself in a Dominoes pizza delivery uniform.

a joke that won’t fly.

What does the banjo player says when he gets to his gig? Would you like fries with that sir?

How are banjo players and bowling balls alike?
They both end up in the gutter eventually…

What’s worse than a banjo player? Two banjo players.
What’s worse than two banjo players? nothing.

What has 16 legs & 3 teeth ?
The front row of a banjo workshop.

Never try to teach a pig to play the banjo–it’s a waste of time and it annoys the pig. A pig is too smart to waste his time that way anyway.

Why do banjo players like family reunions?
It’s a great place to pick up girls…

“When I grow up I want to be a banjo player” says little Johnny. “I’m sorry dear,” says his mother, “you’ll have to make up your mind. You can’t have both–you can either grow up or be a banjo player…”

Life is like a banjo–what you get out of it depends on how you play it.

Man walk into a bar: “Hey bartender I got a new banjo joke for you!” “See that black belt on the wall kid? That’s mine, I’m a banjo player and I ain’t got much sense of humor. See that guy over at the table? He’s my cousin. He’s a banjo player and he ain’t got much sense of humor. And this here is Bubba.” The man looks over at the large, tatooed figure on the bar stool in a black leather Hell’s Angel’s jacket. “Bubba’s a banjo player too and he doesn’t take kindly to criticism. Are you sure you want to tell your banjo joke in here?” “Well not if I’m gonna have to explain it three times!!!”

A guy walks into a bar, and goes up to the bartender and says “Hey, I just heard the funniest banjo joke, want to hear it?” Bartender: [Pointing at the wall behind the bar] “You see that Black Belt? Well, that’s mine for karate, and I play the banjo. [Pointing to the end of the bar.] You see that burly guy in the tank top with all those muscles? Well, that’s my brother, and he plays the banjo. [Pointing to a table.] You see that Hell’s Angel over there with all the black leather and the spiked collar? Well, that’s my cousin and he plays the banjo. Now, do you still want to tell a banjo player joke in here?” Guy: “Hell, no, not if I have to explain it three times.”

What does the banjo player mutter to himself in between tunes? “Thumb, index, middle…”

Did you hear that they’ve isolated the gene for banjo playing? It’s the first step to a cure!

A government agency developed a new computer system that supposedly could carry on an appropriate conversation with a human based on the human’s IQ. To test it out, they brought in several folks with varied IQs. The first had an IQ of 180. The computer began discussing the theory of relativity, the Big Bang, & various other things of that sort. The human turned out to be a rocket scientist. The next person had an IQ of 150. The computer talked with her about the UN, Bosnia, the current political situation in the Middle East, et cetera. She turned out to be a political scientist. The next fellow had an IQ of 50. The computer said, “Hey, what kind of banjo strings do you use?”

A banjo player wins the lottery: “Will all this newly acquired wealth change your life in any way?” “Nope, I’m gonna keep playing gigs until the money runs out…”

Million dollar guarantee: you give us a million dollars and we’ll play any song, guaranteed.

What’s the difference between a banjo player and a foot massager? A foot massager generally bucks up the feat…

How does Dan Quail spell banjo: “ban-joe” just like pota-toe!

Three high rise construction workers are eating lunch, one of which is a closet banjo player, of course. “If I get a bologna sandwich in my lunch again tomorrow, I’m gonna jump!” they each exclaim one after another as they open up their lunch pails sitting on a steel girder high atop the half finished building. The next day, one by one each opens their lunch. Sure enough the banjo player has another bologna sandwich & jumps. “Wow! I really feel sorry for the poor guy…” “Don’t feel sorry for him, he makes his own lunch!” The two shrug & eat his lunch too as a crowd gathers down below…

“I learned this song for my wife. She knows I have two loves [her & my banjo]. She made me give up my truck. She got tired of riding in the back when it rains. Banjos rust, you know!”

Guy goes through customs with a banjo case. The inspector nervously asks the man to set the case on the table. Sweating, the inspector uses a long stick to slowly open the case. He sighs a sign of relieve when the contents reveal a machine gun and miscellaneous explosives. “Pass! For a minute there, I thought you had a banjo…”

“If you enjoyed our concert, please drive carefully on your way home, we need all the fans we can get. If you didn’t, who are we to tell you how to drive?!?”

How do you improve the aerodynamics of a banjo player’s car? Remove the Domino’s Pizza sign from the roof.

Hear about the Banjo Sweepstakes? First prize is a week at Banjo Camp. Second prize is two weeks at Banjo Camp!

banjo player: “When I die, I want to leave the world a better place.”
guitar player: “Don’t worry, you will.”