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Vol. 19, No. 1: Global Music

The Banjo

by Michael McFee

“. . . until his finger pads started bleeding again, fresh calluses splitting as he played . . .”

Plunking the rusty washtub bass
was simple, tautening or relaxing its rope
so that a few thumping notes
rose or fell at the floor of a bluegrass tune.

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