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The First Banjo Lesson By Murphy Henry

Posted by caseyhenry on Monday, June 12, 2017

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I've been teaching banjo for over forty years and based on what I’ve seen most students go through many of the same experiences when they first encounter The Murphy Method. They walk away from that first lesson believing that they are the only ones who have trouble remembering things, or that they are the only ones who question my way of teaching. In the following story, I decided to get creative and explore the inside of a student's brain. Let me know what you think. There could be more….

The First Banjo Lesson

Peg was sixty years old and had never played an instrument before. Now she found herself sitting in a large, funky-decorated room, awkwardly holding her new banjo and facing Jill, a woman she’d only talked to on the phone.

From the woman’s short grey hair, Peg guessed they were about the same age. As she looked at Jill across the small space between them, Peg’s stomach churned with fear. Why in God’s name had she thought she should learn to play the banjo?

She was startled to hear Jill say, “What made you want to learn to play the banjo?”

How could she explain the thrill she had felt when she first heard a banjo at Girl Scout camp? There were always plenty of guitars around but one year an older camper had brought a banjo. Peg was smitten with the girl—her first and only girl crush—and the banjo. The crush had faded after camp but her fascination with the banjo had remained. Why had it taken her almost forty years to gather up the courage to try to play it? Life, thought Peg. Life got in the way.  

“I’ve always liked the sound,” she said. That was lame but it seemed to satisfy Jill who said, “Oh, okay. Do you have any picks?”

Peg did have picks, which she hastily put on her fingers. She held out her hand toward Jill as if she were displaying an engagement ring.

“Not quite, said Jill, holding out her own hand. “You got the thumb pick on right but the fingerpicks go on like this--opposite your fingernails.”

Peg felt herself blush and quickly rearranged her picks. They felt clumsy. How could she learn to play with these damn things on her fingers?

“Good,” said Jill. “Now, let me see if your banjo’s in tune. Hand it here.” She put down her own beautiful instrument and took Peg’s much plainer one. She quickly tuned it and Peg was amazed. How did she do that?

“It was mostly in tune,” Jill said with a smile, handing it back.

Peg settled the banjo in her lap and waited for further instruction. She had downloaded the DVD that Jill had suggested but she hadn’t looked at it.

After showing Peg how to position her right hand properly and telling her the numbers of the strings, Jill said brightly, “Now let’s learn our first roll.”

Roll? thought Peg. A hotdog bun popped into her mind. Girl Scout camp again. Open fire. Hotdogs on sticks. Marshmallows. S’mores.

“Now you try it,” Jill was saying.

“Sorry,” said Peg, as her imaginary marshmallow burst into flame. “What was that?”

“The forward roll. 5, 2, 1,” said Jill as she played the notes. “Start on the top string, then the second string, then the first string.”

Peg looked down at the strings. Which one was 5? All she saw was a blur.

“Let me get my glasses,” she said.

She reached for the glasses in her pocketbook, realized she couldn’t open the case with her picks on, pulled them off, took her glasses out, settled them on her nose, and put her picks back on. Damn these picks, she thought.

To Jill she said, “Sorry. Could you say that again?”

“5, 2, 1.”

Peg wondered if Jill was getting pissed.

Now that the strings were in focus, Peg played them easily. 521. 521. 521.

“Try not to break the roll,” Jill said. “Make it sound like one continuous stream of notes.” She played the roll effortlessly.

Peg felt embarrassed that she had done it wrong. Jill probably thought she was stupid. Or slow. Or too old to learn the banjo.

Peg tried again but her notes were in no way continuous or stream-like. They were hesitant and jerky. How could it be so hard to play three notes over and over? The picks were cutting off the circulation in her fingers and she could see that her thumbnail was turning blue.

“Can I try it without picks?” she said.

“Nope,” said Jill, “gotta use picks.”

Peg didn’t like Jill’s short answers and she wasn’t sure she liked Jill.

“Now,” Jill was saying, “let’s try the backward roll. 1, 2, 3.”

“Backward?” thought Peg. “1, 2, 3 is backward? That doesn’t make any sense.”  

She ventured a question.

“But 1, 2, 3, sounds forward. How can it be backward?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s confusing. It has more to do with the direction the picks are moving. Forward means going from your chin to the floor and backward means going the opposite way, from the floor to your chin. Moving backwards…blah, blah, blah….”

Peg had stopped listening and was wondering if she should get a Starbucks on the way home or if that would keep her awake all night. Maybe she’d get beer instead.  

She tuned back in when she heard Jill say, “1, 2, 3. You try it.”

At least those numbers were easy to remember. Peg made a stab at playing the roll.

Jill pounced on her. “Nope, nope. You’ve got to bring your thumb down to the third string. You can’t use your index finger twice in a row.”

“Damn,” thought Peg, “this is hard.” But using her thumb did make the roll feel smoother.   

“Now, just one more,” said Jill. “This is called the square roll.”

Peg’s mind immediately served up a picture of the Krystal hamburgers that she’d eaten during her college years. They were made on little square rolls, always warm and soft, with tiny bits of onion on a tiny patty of meat. Peg’s stomach rumbled. She hoped Jill didn’t hear it.

In the background she heard banjo music and was again jerked back to the present.

“Now you try it,” Jill was saying.

“Sorry,” said Peg, “what was that?”

“3, 2, 5, 1. The square roll.” Jill was beginning to wonder if Peg had a hearing problem.

Peg focused on the first word she’d heard: Three. That meant third string. She picked it with her thumb. And stopped. What was next?

“Index on the second, thumb on the fifth…” Jill walked Peg gently through the roll.

Slowly Peg made her recalcitrant fingers play the strings. The numbers meant nothing to her. What she was thinking was, “String in the middle, string next to it, short string, first string.”

She liked this roll. It actually sounded like music. Sort of a loping, cowboy sound. Was this what she had heard at Girl Scout Camp? She saw a rabbit hop into her mind only to vanish when she heard Jill say, “That’s really good. Most beginners can’t get that rhythm. Why don’t we try one more? It’s exactly the same except it starts on the fourth string. 4251. Try it.”

Somehow starting with the fourth string was an easy transition for Peg. She played that roll a few times but she didn’t like it as well as the one she’d just played. Weird, thought Peg, I now have opinions about banjo rolls!

“Now,” said Jill, “let’s alternate the rolls.”

She demonstrated and Peg almost fell out of her chair. This was the sound she’d been hearing in her head. How had she remembered it all these years? The song Little Rabbit Foo Foo immediately popped into her head: “Little rabbit Foo-foo, running through the forest, picking up the field mice, smack them on the head.” This was the roll the banjo had been playing on that silly song. And now she was on the verge of making that sound herself.

“Piece of cake,” she thought. 

On trying it, however, she realized that there would be no cake for her. Alternating between the two rolls was much harder than it looked. Impatient to recreate the sound that Jill had played so casually, Peg played faster, thinking that would help.

“Peg! Peg! Slow down. You’ve got to play it slow before you can play it fast.”

Peg didn’t want to play it slower. But the thought occurred to her that Jill might know what she was talking about. She stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep belly breath. Dammit, I can do this, she thought.

Jill sat quietly during Peg’s meditative moment and for this Peg was grateful.

Slowly Peg played each roll, alternating between them, trying to feel the pattern. Then suddenly her fingers realized the rolls were identical except for the first note. Like magic, everything clicked into place. She wasn’t thinking about it, she was just doing it. She was playing the banjo!

“You’ve got it!” Jill was practically yelling. “That sounds great! Good for you!”

Peg was inordinately pleased with Jill’s praise.

“So,” Jill was saying, “practice all three of those rolls this week.”

Peg’s joy popped like a soap bubble. Panic set in. She’d forgotten about the other rolls.

“Can you tell me those rolls again?” she asked, reaching for her pen. “I need to write them down.”

“No, said Jill. “No writing anything down. Remember we talked about that on the phone? About me teaching by ear?”

“But I’m not going to write anything down. I’m just going to jot down the names of the rolls and the strings. Just to jog my memory. I’ll throw the paper away when I’m done, I promise.”

“It’s all on the DVD. Everything we went over today is there. When you watch it, it will all come back to you. Just don’t write anything down.”

“Why not?” asked Peg. She couldn’t see any harm in jotting down some numbers.

“You can’t learn to play bluegrass that way. You have to trust me on this. Just try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll give you your money back.”

Peg could tell that Jill was getting hot under the collar. Why was this such a big deal? And how would Jill know if she wrote something down?

“And, believe me,” Jill said, “if you write stuff down, I’ll know it.”

How in God’s name did Jill know what she was thinking?

“If you don’t learn this easy stuff by ear, you won’t be able to learn the harder stuff. Really. Everything builds on everything else. Are we good with this? No writing anything down? This is a deal breaker for me.”

Jesus, thought Peg. She’s serious as a heart attack. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

But she said, “Okay, I promise. I won’t write anything down.”

Jill felt relieved. She always hated this conversation.

“Good,” said Jill. “Look at the stuff on the DVD. If you get bored with these three rolls, you can go on to the next lesson. It’ll show you the chords. But don’t go any further. Don’t start on that first song. Okay?”

“Okay,” said Peg, feeling a bit shell-shocked.

“Okay, see you next week. Come on in, Fred.” Jill had already turned to the next student, who walked in with his banjo slung over his shoulder. Peg looked at his hands. Sure enough, he was wearing picks.

Peg nodded a hello to Fred, then packed up her banjo and headed out the door. Walking to her car she thought about not writing anything down. It scared her. What if she couldn’t remember the notes?  Oh, well, she thought, I’ll try it for a month. I’ve already paid for it. But I’m not wearing those damn picks.

Feeling righteous about that decision, she put her banjo in the car while musing about her first lesson. All in all, she thought, it had gone well. She really liked that last roll. What was it? Shit, she’d already forgotten. She hated getting old.

3 comments on “The First Banjo Lesson By Murphy Henry”

SkyeBoat Says:
Tuesday, June 13, 2017 @6:37:26 PM

That's hilarious! My memory is the pits sometimes, well, a lot of the time. I am 66 and can REALLY relate to Peg.

dgarrioch Says:
Tuesday, June 13, 2017 @9:13:50 PM

What an awesome story! I can relate to all of it. I've just ordered and received New Beginning Banjo 1, 2, & 3 and I am already seeing great improvement! Thanks Murphy. I sure hope we meet one day! (By the way I love Chris on Blue Ridge Cabin Home)!

5Stringer Says:
Sunday, June 18, 2017 @10:07:38 AM

Love this. Inside Peg's head, and I can relate. Will see you at Women's Banjo Camp! Can't wait!

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