So this is how it is. Im rapidly reaching Forty, and theres a couple of things I want to be able to say that i`ve achieved by that milestone. One is to have completed a half marathon, and another is to learn to play the banjo (there are others, but I wont bore you with Playing the Albert Hall, with the Pixies as my back up band).
As Wham might have put it, last Christmas (08), my wife presented me with a lovely Godman 5 String Banjo, and away I went. By mid January I was informed that if I didnt stop playing a dodgy version of (and I quote) "Duelling F*$!*&g Banjos" that I would be acquiring a banjo shaped colonoscopy. But by then it was too late, I had heard Cripple Creek, Wildwood Flower, Wabash cannonball, Foggy Mountain Breakdown and so much more that Id previously been aware had existed, but never really listened to. I wanted to get into that place. I told my wife that there were other ways I could be having a mid-life crisis, she said shed take them!
Around this time, my weight was also becoming a concern. So i started walking, which led to jogging,which led to some weight going (its not lost, i know exactly where it is, its in the off licence and the fridge) which led to a 5K run in my hometown of Middlesbrough (So good they named it once). I clocked in just over thirty minutes, which I was pretty pleased with, and immediately set my sights on attempting the Great North Run. I was running for Butterwick Hospice. My Mother died of Brain cancer, which had spread from her bowel two years ago, so its a cause thats close to my heart. All was going swimmingly, regular 8-10 mile jogs, interspersed with the odd 2-3 mile runs, when in May I felt something go pop in my knee. After seeking advice I was informed to rest it for a couple of months.
During this time a friend of mine was informed that he had late stage aggressive Lung Cancer. This man has in the past and continues to be an inspiration to me in so many ways, professionally, and personally. I wont bore you with how, but heres an example of this guy. We were discussing in the office whether Jaffa Cakes were biscuits or cakes. People were mentioning tax duty,ingredients, but no definitive answer was forthcoming. When asked, your man just said "theyre cakes. Cakes go hard if you leave them out, biscuits go soft". Simple as that.
He knew that I`d been messing about with the banjo, and as he is getting a few things ready for when the train reaches the final station, he gave me a battered Windsor Whirle 5 String Junior, which he had bought a few years back meaning to restore. You can imagine what this beautiful instrument means to me. So I had it restored (Nigels guitar Workshop in Richmond North Yorkshire, amazing fella, with the best job in the world) and it sounds great.
So there I am, the knees not brilliant, but I reckon I can at least walk the Great North Run, but thats not really good enough is it. I needed a way to be able to raise money for a couple of Hospices, and Cancer Research. I started training again, and whilst walking I had an epiphany. Carry that Banjo throughout the Great North Run!!!!! Play it at the start, stop (theres only so often people can listen to the Ballad of Jesse James), and play it as I cross the finishing line! I laughed this off, but the idea stuck. It would be fitting to use the Windsor, and why stop at the great North Run? Theres countless places and events i could take part in with it. i mentioned it to the Wife, and a couple of people (Northern Banjo Boy being one, great blogsite incidentally), and was surprised to hear positive reactions.
Ive set up a Blogspot, incredibly amateurish, but heartfelt. If youre interested its at http://thegreatnorthstrum.blogspot.com/
So this is the start of it. Please feel free to send any suggestions, or comments about any aspects of the site, music, training, anything at all.
thank you for your time.
Mark.
My favourite palindrome is "retteb si flah d noces tub but the second half is better".
I inherited my fiddle, and a recently restored Gibson mandolin, which I'm slowly teaching myself to play, from my mother and I do understand how much that banjo means to you. We must feel to play well and that kind of provenance intensifies those feelings in such a way that words simply cannot express.
