Back in the early 90s, I was doing a concert in Portland about 25 years ago and that thing we always worry about happening in concerts happened: I broke a string. Damn damn damn! I reached into my shoulder bag and pulled out the packet of strings we all carry for just this emergency and start changing the string.
But I've got to fill time while I'm doing it, so I start telling banjo jokes. I run through a lot of the old standards:
What's the difference between a banjo and an onion? (You cry when you cut up an onion.)
...an accordion? (The banjo takes longer to burn.)
...a Harley? (You can tune a Harley.)
...a chainsaw? (The chainsaw has a wider dynamic range.)
...a banjo player and a large pizza? (The large pizza can feed a family of four.)
What do you say to a banjo player in a three-piece suit? ("Will the defendant please rise?")
How do you tell the stage is level? (The banjo player drools out of both sides of his mouth.)
...and a bunch more, including my all-time favorite:
Q: What's the first thing every banjo player knows?
A: That Jed's a millionaire.
Okay, so I'm about done with changing the string and I say "What's the difference between a banjo and an Uzi?" But before I can get out my answer of "The Uzi only repeats 40 times," some guy in the third row called out "The banjo clears the room faster!"
Aaaaargh! Upstaged! I mimed getting stabbed in the heart, tuned up the new string, and played the next song in the concert.