A banjo player wanted to join a local civic orchestra. Of course, there's no banjo part in most symphonic music, but they did need a percussionist. So they took away his banjo and gave him a couple of sticks and various things to hit. It didn't go well. Oh, he could keep time just fine, it's just that he was accustomed to being ten times louder than any other instrument, even all the others combined.
Plus, despite his down home, folksy way of talking, it was clear to everyone that he felt his knowledge of how the music (most of which he'd never even heard) was vastly superior to everyone else in the group. To him, everything they played was either too fast or too slow, too bass heavy or too dependent on the violins. Nothing suited him, and he was quick to let everyone know, in no uncertain terms.
It got so bad that the conductor quit, and everyone else was about to, when a 76-yr. old former professional trombonist came up with a suggestion they could all live with. They gave the banjo player back one of his sticks and made him the Conductor.
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