#banjolele cover

[pathetic-potatoe]

I just made a really random Mash Up I wanted to share

[leviathan-says-hi]

Made a super messy cover of Ghost's "He Is" on the banjolele tonight that sounds like it was recorded in a tin can lmao. I'm still learning 🖤

[maxandhisdelusions]

Here it is!

My company held a talent show and I played Suspender Man by Steam Powered Giraffe for my colleagues. I recorded the backtrack (because I needed to transpose the song) and played my banjolele live.

Enjoy!! 🥰

(Sorry I covered myself with the sticker, but I hate how I look lol).

[brigidfaye]

30 min. set w/ Guitar Ukulele & Banjolele

Check out my playing covers, another video of originals coming soon!

[bowandbanjo]

Your boy plays a song on his crap banjo

(The song is Flowers in the Garden by Johnny Flynn) 

Before anyone yells at me because I suck at playing and strumming: I have been an upright bass player for the last three years, i’m just starting to get a hang of the tiny instruments- spare me. Also, my banjolele sounds terrible because its cheap and I payed way too much for it- but i love him nonetheless 

[canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit]

If you want to hear a very imperfect one-take recording of a traditional Irish ballad done on my banjolele, while sitting next to a window, then today is your day

[musicmoreweirdthangood]

Found a track that catches most of the recurring themes from this blog: an electro-ragtime banjolele polka cover of a Kraftwerk song (with a reggae break) by chap-hop rapper Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer

[brentwestmusicnz]

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A snippet of Sleeping sickness by @cityandcolour_official on the banjolele #nzmusic #kiwimusic #cover #cityandcolour #canadianmusic #nzmusician #banjo #banjolele #snippet #brent #brentwestmusicnz #aucklandmusic #folk #twang #yeehaw #ilovemusic #bro #kiwias #art #dallasgreen (at Auckland, New Zealand) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsSkBj5lKz3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6t7eyw88rw3w

[rorowe]

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Wife let me try out "Cornbread" on her @magicfluke #Firefly this morning! . . . #banjolele #ukulele #covers #DaveMatthewsBand https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnwd69mH3zi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11ra3auwhtinj

[laughingsquid]

An Old-Timey Banjolele Cover of the Classic They Might Be Giants Song 'Birdhouse In Your Soul'

[cuddyclothes]

Jeeves would be very distressed to learn of this.

[bowandbanjo]

Crap banjo returns! 

Ignore the fact my shirt is covered in cat fur and the boxes in the back, its from my airbrush. I’ve been practicing rolls lately with my banjolele so I can try and get the muscles in my hand developed while I’m still working on figuring out how the hell banjos works. (Its not that i dont know, i just S u c k) I’ve done rolls on my actual banjo, I’m just really bad at switching notes, and I have better memory of chords with my banjolele so here we are. I mess up a couple times and my hand scratches the head at the beginning but shhhhh. I just started doing rolls on my banjolele a couple days ago so let me live.

This is a very small tidbit of I Will Wait

[batz]

ill do a real rainbow connection cover when i get a banjolele:)

[724bees]

wish i still felt in any way comfortable about my singing voice outside church... like i wanna do cute covers but what the fuck i’m just a tender little guy.. strummin that sweet banjolele to my lil shaky falsetto..

[kioraxerxo]

A/N: aww heeell yeas the perfect thing to distract me from finals week. I did a bit of research at how Imperial College works since this is set in 1969. Thanks anon!! Keep em’ coming guys! 

Warning: NSFW nyohoho don’t read this in school jesus this is dirty. 

London, 1969. 

You’ve always regarded yourself to be a capable person --that is before you moved in with Brian. To be honest when you met him, he didn’t seem that spectacular. He was a rather gangly physics student who minded his own business. You’ve noticed him before since he tended to linger by the Union Concert Hall. You decided to recruit him to the Entertainment Committee because the workload was getting a little too intense around midterms. 

He was a fairly good workmate, albeit a little nervous around you for a while. You found it adorable how he would try to assist you in all the little things in the Committee. He was like a puppy, or rather a poodle. Quite an innocent, gentle man. The type to settle down in a 9-5 job after finishing college.  That image changed that faithful night when disaster struck. It was one of the biggest events in the school year and your organization invited the hottest bands around London. Said hottest band’s guitarist was a little too drunk (passed out) to play. And so your little Committee huddled together for damage control. You were nearly at the end of your wits from arguing when Brian piped in.  “What you got to say, newbie?” the VP sighed, clearly as equally frustrated as you were. 

“I... I can play a little.” he stuttered. “They’re just covering some Beatle songs, I know how to play those.”

You knew this was a bad idea. But there was no other choice. “I’ll talk to the band.” you said. 

“What? You’re actually on board with this?” your deputy general said. “Have you actually heard Brian play?”  Your temper spiked. “Well can you play, Sharon? Or would you rather we come out there and tell them the event’s over?” You turned around and stomped towards the band. 

Turns out it was the best decision you’ve ever made. He rocked the entire house. It was on that night that your perception of Brian May, the quiet physics nerd, changed. 

And it continued to change more when you and him entered into a relationship. Time and time again you are completely floored at things he can do. After discovering that he’s a master at the guitar, you discovered he can play multiple other instruments too-- coupled with a wonderful voice. Then you discovered that he was a genius in class.  Then you discovered that he’s a good artist, a capable writer, and is on the college cricket team. He can cook well, repair appliances with ease, and even watercolour for heaven’s sake. 

He crafted his own guitar when he was only 16 years old!

It’s not that you were jealous of Brian-- no you were proud and thankful you had such a capable boyfriend to be at your side. 

The problem really, is how mediocre you felt you were around him. 

Said renaissance man was currently taking a shower. He’d been fiddling with his banjolele (yes a banjo and a ukelele--you didn’t even know those things existed and he can already play it well).  You’ve always wanted to play instruments. You weren’t gifted with a pleasing voice, so music would be the only recourse. You pushed away the blankets and hesitantly picked up the instrument quietly strumming some chords you remember back when you played the uke. You checked to see if your muscle memory still worked and you quietly plucked Moon River. You were starting to get the hang of it when Brian emerged from the shower wrapped up in a towel looking rather excited. 

“Are you playing? Is that Moon River? You never told me you could play!” he grinned from ear to ear. For some reason, he’s always been egging you to play instruments, but for some reason as well you didn’t want to play in front of him. You didn’t want him to see that your learning process took a lot longer than his. It was ridiculous and you were aware of how ridiculous you were. 

You immediately let go of the instrument. “I was just studying the craftsmanship. It’s good , it’s really good.” 

But he knew you said it too quickly, a clear indication of you lying. “Come now love, i want to hear you play!” he perched himself beside you, the scent of his shampoo overwhelming your senses.  “I told you, I don’t know how to!”  “But you were playing just now! Look, I can teach you!”  Something about that sentence struck a chord inside you.   “I don’t want you to teach me anything! I already know how good you are at it, no need to show off.” you spat out. He was taken aback a few moments. There was a look of confusion and hurt until it mellowed to understanding.  “This isn’t just about musical instruments, is it love?” He asked gently, crawling on the bed and moving beside you. You knew it was an invitation so after laying down your pride you snuggled up beside him.  “I’m... so embarrassed about this. Christ, Brian I don’t want you to know this side of me.” you buried your face in his chest. You felt the shame through your cheeks. He patiently waited for you to continue, rubbing your back in soothing circles.  “I...I feel so mediocre when I’m with you.” you mutter. 

“What?” he pulled you back to peer at your face. 

“You’re just... you’re so good at everything you do. You’re almost naturally good at everything. You barely take anytime to completely master something.”

“Love, that’s not true. Not one person is like that.” he shook his head.  “Remember the time I left you with that small puzzle box my brother gave me last Christmas? I’ve been trying solving that for well over a month. I went out to buy groceries and when I returned you’ve already fixed it!”  “It was just a simple puzz--”  He stopped when he realized that saying that would make you more upset. Brian just sat there hugging you, unsure of what to do really. Suddenly, he placed you upright on the bed and reached out for the banjolele. 

“You know, this was the first instrument I knew how to play. My dad would play this tune over and over again. Said it was what got him through the war.”  You smiled. You loved hearing stories about Brian’s family. It never failed to warm your heart.  He handed you the instrument. “Come on now, you’ll never learn by staring at it.” You slowly took the instrument. “Now how about you play me that sweet tune you were playing a while ago?” he smiled and pecked you on the lips.  

You took a deep breath. You felt your body tense. Brian felt it too. 

He situated himself between your legs and held your thigh the way he would hold a guitar.  “What are you doing.” 

“Teaching you chords.” he said casually. 

“Mhmm?” you smirked, knowing exactly where this was going. He shrugged you off. 

“Pay attention now student.” you rolled your eyes playfully. “This one’s a G” he pressed his fingers firmly into your flesh. You pretended to be unfazed and mimicked it. “Like this?”  “Good. This is an F.” he slid his fingers higher, pressing into the sensitive tendon. You shivered in pleasure but you wouldn’t let him have it that easily. You could see the smug look on his face and your resolve strengthened. 

“Hm. I see. How do you do an F7?″ “That one’s a bit more complicated. You press you fingers here.” he placed it on that bit of flesh between your thigh and your groin. “And here” he was edging closer and closer to that spot. “and here--”  “Just fuck me already Brian. Stop teasing.” you growled.  A wide grin spread on his face and he took the instrument from you and placed it on the bedside table before completely enveloping you in his arms. He kissed you deeply, conveying all the love he held for you. You buried you fingers through his hair and inhaled his intoxicating scent. You pushed the towel around his waist off, impatient for contact.  Brian chuckled. “Wait a moment, love. I haven’t even taught you strumming yet.” 

You were about to complain when you felt his fingers slowly entering you and your vision turned white from the flood of absolute pleasure.

“See, it really depends on the feel of the song how you strum.” he said in a rather clinical voice that oozed with confidence. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

“But the general rule is that you curl you fingers like this.” he grinned while doing so.  You yelped and grabbed his shoulders. It was ridiculous how much you were shaking. The pace of his fingers had you screaming in seconds. You clung unto him when you felt that familiar heat pooling at the base of your stomach. Soon enough you were seeing stars, he started slowing down before pulling his fingers back and popping it in his mouth.  Through sleepy eyes you watched him. You knew what Brian looked like when he was pleased with himself. He was definitely pleased with himself.  “I know one thing you’re not good at, Brian May.”  “Mhmm?” he muffled, fingers still in his mouth. “You don’t know how to play the trumpet.” “Well, when I was ten I think I--” “I’ll teach you.” you cut him off as you got up and pushed him back on the mattress and settled between his legs.  You were pretty good at some things too.

A/N: WOW. This turned out to be longer than I expected. Jesus christ this is dirty. I hope you guys like it! Feel free to message you about requests!