Mr. Cracker is going to be so very, very sorry that you brought the existence of banjoleles to my attention…

I just bought a five-string banjo (apart from other applications, it’s great for clearing a room of the cat).

Now I’m going to have to take a tenon saw to it, lose a bunch of frets and the fifth string (the latter a bearable sacrifice), and hit Amazon for the Gloria Gaynor Songbook.

Thanks a bunch, Mrs. P.

Betty, banjoleles can be a two-edged sword: in the hands of a Brazilian enchantress, mesmerizing. Under the unmuscled fingers of a relentlessly inept New Yorker, intensely annoying.

As Mr. Polly discovered after he gave me a little banjolele. It’s not like the one Mercedez is wielding, it’s more like a cranky, slightly antique, decorated toy. I was the one who chose it on Ebay, and that may be why I ended up with an instrument version of myself.

Go for the big, real banjolele. Enough sound to aggravate the neighborhood.

I didn’t make it to the end of this, because I had to go over to YouTube to find Gloria Gaynor and cleanse my eardrums - while there I found another version almost as good (as Gloria’s) by RuPaul and Diana Ross - culminating in Diana diving into a queer mosh pit.  Thanks for giving me the push.

I didn’t make it to the end of this

Too bad, Stephen1947! If you had, you’d have seen the Brazilian Glamazon Girl Group Capoeira coda! Unfortunately, since this morning, that video has become unavailable for copyright reasons, and I now have the shorter version up.

Diana “diving into a queer mosh pit” may be the most redundant act in the history of drag.

Diana “diving into a queer mosh pit” may be the most redundant act in the history of drag.

LMAO!