Washboards International

The very existence of washboard International, and whoever owns the Washboard.com domain, is music to this Junkmaster's ears. I find my way to this article and discover the source of conceptual resonance that makes me so in tune with the art and joy of washboarding:

"These lucky enlistees have joined Washboards International...They do not pay dues -- 'Nah, no one's ever gonna pay me,' he (Mike Johnson, he whom we must thank for the very existence of Washboards International) says fatalistically -- and get, for their non-existent ante, a couple of bumper stickers. But bonds between washboard players run deeper than that. Or else, Johnson muses, they are more shallow. 'It's not a terribly complex instrument,' Johnson admits. 'You just get one and figure it out."

Yeah. That's the ticket. That's the junky approach to sports and art and music and anything you think you're not good enough to play. You just get the junk, and figure it out - the kind of sound you want to make, the kind of music you want to play, the kind of rhythm that makes you dance.