Life stinks, huh? Well now it doesn't have to! I'm guessing you have never tried Banjoree before if you still keep those feelings locked up inside you! Well when you have your trusty Banjoree instument on hand, no more worries! Just play away! And trust me, you will know how, because your Banjoree creates the music of your soul! And who knows you better then you? Express yourself. Be yourself. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "The best. most beautiful and perfect way that we have about expressing a sweet concord of mind to eachother is by music." ~Jonathan Edwards~
"If a man doesn't keep pace with his companions, perhaps it's because he hears a different drumbeat. Let him step into the music he hears however measured or far away." ~The Little Drummer Boy~ A Few Member's of Our Board: |
||||
DANNY LINKTINSHTINE - CEO  Meet Danny: Wat up, wat up people? I guess this is where I have to tell you my life's story or something. Well growing up, I had a pretty rough life . . . and when I reached my 17 birthday I went into this panic. You see, I was a foster child all my life. I kept tellin myself, "Hey no sweat, I'll have this all figured out by the time I turn 18 and am kicked out of this place. Maybe someone will even try to adopt me." I thought. But everyone knows that would never happen. Nobody was ever looking for a kid my age. Days rolled on and I was lulling into this frenzy . . . I didn't have a routine. Didn't have a plan and had no idea who I really was supposed to be in life. Senior year was well, senior year. I made it out with average grades, I was actually pretty smart, but I had no motivation to excel at anything. Nothing was important to me, nothing interested me. I felt as if when I left the fostercare business I'd have to leave anything behind anyways since it was like me starting over. But I couldn't make it on my own without money, so I had to look for a decent job. Now I"m sorry to all of you McDonalds workers out there, but I simply refused to labor in a greasy old kitchen all day serving processed junk to the awaiting customers. I looked all up, down, all over the place for a decent job and decent pay. The closest I came across was a job at Schmidts Music Emporium right on the corner of a New Jersey smalltown (which is where I lived all my life). They were desperate, close to going out of business so they hired me despite my lack of knowledge. So I knew what this meant, I had to study up on my music in order to know what I was talking about. Suddenly the world just opened up right in front of me and all the truths about music, all the beauty of it flooded in me. I felt alive again, I felt relieved, because I had a place and I knew where I belonged. And it all started with this little shop. I tried my best to describe the world of music to every curious customer. I enlightened most, and it was a very fufilling position. Then one day I see this old grump walk in. None of the other employees wanted to take this one, but me, eager as always wanted to help this man. And with every word I spoke with him the more his expression turned to bewilderent. Almost as if he was looking at a crazed man. He asked me if I played an instrument. Embarrassed I said, "No." what kind of person worked in a music store who couldn't even play an instrument. What kind of person can't even get through to this grumpy old man? Then, the strangest thing happened. "You should give me a call sometime." and he handed me his business card. It read, "Banjoree," at the top in big letters. I didn't see the harm in calling him and meeting up with him. And after a while those meetings turned into visits and one day this man became my best friend. He was a super genius. And these fingers of his were magic, and he brought angelic sounds to almost any instrument he touched. "Danny, I want to adopt you." My heart thumped in my chest. "M-m-me . . .?!?" I couldn't believe it! And a day before my 18th birthday?!? Could this man get any stranger? Could this man actually become my father? Haha, yes to both of those questions! Soon after I became Danny Linktinshtine, I found out about the family company, Banjoree. Now everything was starting to make sense! I was soon to inherit this monstrocity of a company once my dad decide to retire. Even if I was a laid back kind of guy, I studied business for my father in hopes of being the best business man I could be. I was extremely music-focused as well, but hey, college is college. I mastered the acordian as my prime instrument and got myself a fiance all in one shot! Oooooh yeahhhhh . . . ;D What a life!
|
LAZLO LINKTINSHTINE - FOUNDER
Heyooooooo kiddies! Lazlo Linktinshtine here! I love video games and hate allergies (cause boy I have a lot!). I ain't no classic gramps either, cause I'm pysco and eccentric! But that's who I am, and I'm ok with that. Besides, most people find it fun anyways. You can think of me as like a mad scientist if you want, haha. Ever since I was young and frugile like many of you I was inventing . . . but I'm telling you right now. I failed. Bigtime. My life was going down the drain. The nerd of Armandy High and the brother to 12 cats. But after years started passing and my dreams as an inventor rained down like a teretual downpoar. I decided that I was just going to quit all this nonsense and start over as a rockstar. But 45, with no talent and crushed hopes I needed the exact right instrument for me. As kind of a goodbye forever thing I decided to invent one last thing, a banjo for myself. After it was finished, I took my first strum . . . and out poured the music of my life! I instantly felt confident and amazing. Ready to take on the world! But instead of transforming myself into Gene Simmons I became Lazlo Linktinshtine and founded Banjoree. A mix between Banjo and Jamboree. Wooo! Anyways all too quickly I became an old fart, so my adopted son took over the company. I still love to help out though! He ain't hoggin' my limelight! ha :P Banjoree saved my life. Did it all for me :) . . . and now I want to do it for you! |
KENZIE WASHINGTON or soon to be MRS. KENZIE LINKTINSHTINE - EXECUTIVE ADMINISTRAITOR  Partaaay :) :)
haha Little Zii here. That's just what they call me! It's been such a blast workin with all of yal' back down at HQ! And meeting with some of our clients, and overseeing this wonderful transformation of healing their hearts. It amazes me when I think, "That was me a few years ago!" But you can say that I was saved by Banjoree. By Daddy Laz or Danny and the rest of you who were always there for me. I guess it all started when I started college. I lost my brother to leukemia, and my parents died at sea. I was a big girl heading off to college. All alone to face the world. All of a sudden I felt alone as ever. Like no one could comfort me, and that I had no purpose. I had no place. My family was gone. Friends out of state. No hobbies, no past times, no nothing. And nothing was what I was. Then . . . it was that dang Danny. Sitting slap dab in front of me in English Class. The happy-go-lucky guy everybody loves. I heard he was an angel with an accordian. "Ha, an accordian!" I joked to myself. All in all, none if it really mattered, because I still found him intriguing. The way all the people naturally flocked to him, naturally born leader, not that he was conceded about it. Very mature, but had this naive little boy side at times whenever he needed an adventure to spice up his life. He found me, on that day . . . that very much so changed my life. Like he unlocked that door that I never had the key for . . . I was lazily looking out into the setting sun. A deserted beach off of campus, carefully hidden behind this grove of palm trees. My little safe haven. And it was my brother's, and my parent's. It's where we scattered my brother's ashes. And the darkened sea that gobbled my parents, and my heart. That's when I heard it . . . a soft lingering tune . . . of an . . . accordian! So peaceful, angelic, with the write hint of melancholy. He turned the corner. Danny had the sweetest look of sympathy on his face, and when he held my gaze it was if he understood. He set the accordian in the sand and wrapped his arms around my shoulder's. Muscles flexing, breathing elongated, and a comforting smile that calmed me. Oh how I wished for someone to comfort me and be there for me again. In that sand, flip-flops kicked off I cocked my head to the sky. I explained every reason behind the tears. And he explained the reason behind his that were brimming in his eyes. About to spill over, like the waves that rocked the boat that was fishing by the pier. My hands suddenly felt heavy, I looked down and saw that Danny had placed the accordian in my hands. "Play it." he whispered. And as the sun set, I played the most wonderful music I had ever heard. "That's the music of your soul. The music of your heart." he beamed. "Your heart is still with you Kenzie, it's so beautiful the sea would never dare gobble it up." he insisted with such a serious and boyish touch that it made me laugh. "Yeah, I guess your right." my lips turning up at the corners. Curse him. I had just fallen in love. Ha. Who woulda thought. Well go figure I guess. And every since then me and Danny met often, and we played and played down by the beach. Me on my Banjoree guitar, him on his accordian and I healed. By music. By laughter. By love. All because of this company I'm proud to be apart of. Thats my story. ^_^ |
||
