The publishing house of Jack T. Chicken Comic Books and Scary Religious
Tracts has issued a booklet describing the descent of a banjo player from being the son of a nice, American
middle-class family into a fun-having semi-bohemian who hangs about with fast women and has way too
much fun for any one person to have and still be legal. So it must be immoral. Or at least fattening.
Our hero is given a banjo by a disreputable looking man, who offers him a banjo with an oily grin, saying "The first one's free......" and then laughing to himself.
After Satan appears in his bedroom that night, drawn by the atraction of the evil banjo, the young child begins to practice, and instantly is popular with girls, no longer has sand kicked in his face by mandolin players, and discovers the joys of music stores, pawn shops, and sleazy bars and coffeehouses.
His moral fiber begins to weaken, as he cuts a swath thru mountains of beautiful babes who wear sexy outfits and call him by pet names. He also starts attending bluegrass festivals.
He finally winds up being dragged off to a very scary Hell, where he is forced to sing lubrigidous hymns, play the accordion, and listen to the same tired old banjo jokes over and over. Forever. And all the banjo tunes are in Eb ..... and his 5th string capo won't work.
Mr. Chicken, the publisher, seems to have it in for banjo players.
