So if there ever is any in the town I am staying in, I really love the sound of the fiddle and banjo together and after that I am properly primed for some clubbing.
The moon had risen higher, and floating in the Sound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.
They put out a big empty bucket, too, and soon someone who knew how to pluck a fine banjo or blow a jazzy horn would start playing— make people sing and dance and forget their worries for a while.
Then the fiddles, bull fiddles, accordions, banjos and knuckle-bones broke into a slow rendition of " Lorena" — too slow for dancing, the dancing would come later when the booths were emptied of their wares.