Better still, hit the skin head with the banjo (and I don't mean the sort of skin head that comes from a music shop), that will make lots of people happy.

Seriously, take care. I played a couple of recorders last week that belonged to a good friend who died a few years back. Had them a while, forgotten I had them and found them again whilst looking for my own. They were like old friends I've not seen for ages, I just wish I'd been able to do them and him, justice. They will always be his recorders, just as the banjo will always be his banjo. It's incredible to think that although those voices are silent and the fingers still, the sounds they made will still be heard.

LTS