A poem on reflection on meeting a banjoul player in Gambia many years ago
”Banjo man oh banjo man, an addict to your instrument
That some decry and pedigree deny
but long before the harp and fiddle, pipes and drum and pipes of aeolian
In Gambia they played the BANJOUL, for centuries or more.
The ‘jelly man’ told me so.
He holds their culture as did our Druids
I played with him banjo and banjoul
I think the Celts did pass that way
So when in session don’t decry the humble banjo
Its not an insult to tradition
but goes far back to Celtic vision