There's tragic. I admit I picked up (and failed to sufficiently thoroughly smash) the banjo in my mid-teens, after which chords on the guitar were a push-over. Now I've got the time to practice, I haven't the patience, and I'm stuck with my thunder-picking style and an extremely limited set of chords. When I try harder, half a century of muscle memory gets in the way.
My daughter's husband got her a banjo for Christmas, so I asked her which book she was learning to play it from. "Youtube and a lot of swearing," says she.