Lots of oddballs in the banjo world to be sure.
Like this 12-string:
Or . . .
And a bunch of electric models, some with MIDI. Which is cool because I do so love to get down and shred, standing in front of a nice Marshall Stack. Like this picture of me when I played the guitar:
Personally, I do so love the clown banjo. Oddly enough, clowns scare me, go figure.
Trust me gang . . . the world of banjos is scary, infinite and not for the faint hearted. We rule!!! And mothers? Do not let your daughters near a banjo player. We will steal their hearts and into the night we will scamper.
And don't even get me started on the bagpipes. You think banjo players are a dangerous group, well, you will not believe what I know about pipers. I'll tell you what.
"An old man was on his death bed and called his whole family together so that he could bid them farewell and make his peace with the world. After he said what he wanted to each in turn and he knew he was coming very close to death he called for all to gather together. "I have one thing I would like to confess before I go," he said. They all drew closer. "It was me," cough, wheeze, "I was the one," he said as they leaned down as close as they could to hear what he could barely get out in a whisper. Gasp, cough, "I was the one," cough, wheeze, "in the kitchen with Dinah…"