It’s a gusle!
I don’t really have an auction watch set for stuffed stoats. I didn’t realize until now, I apparently do have one for banjos. That’s how this item came to my attention. It’s a banjo on sale with a gusle.
A gusle! I hear you shout in absolute astonishment.
A gusle is a one-stringed Serbian instrument (called a lahuta in Albania). One horsehair string played with a horsehair bow. If you play a gusle, you’re a guslar. And if you’re a guslar, you sing epic poems while you gusle.
Yeah, I thought so, too – but actually, they sound pretty cool. That guy is guslaring the hell out of that thing, accompanied by a Cimbalom, a Zarb, two Frame Drums and a double-bass drone (which I think is a track on that one King Crimson album).
Sounds like the background music for a Witcher game. And no, I’m not going to buy it. I’m a little old to take up the gusle, don’t you think?
That’s a weird auction. Usually, the stamps would go into a stamp auction and the horse brasses into a horse brass auction, but not Eastbourne Auctions. They throw thousands of things up against the wall and sell them in one big auction that lasts five days.
Posted: July 21st, 2026 under personal.
Comments: 5
Comments
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 21, 2026, 6:32 pm
Okay, apparently that’s super fancy. This is what it usually sounds like.
Comment from The Neon Madman
Time: July 21, 2026, 7:16 pm
Ma’am, you find the weirdest s#$t on line. Love it.
Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: July 21, 2026, 7:38 pm
The second YT sounds positively middle eastern!
Comment from Uncle AL
Time: July 21, 2026, 8:48 pm
Sometimes it’s the simple folksy instruments that sound most interesting, such as a (((Theirs))) Harp.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: July 21, 2026, 9:05 pm
Weasel Be Goode
Deep down in Suffolk far away from New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood medieval cottage made of earth and wood,
Where lived a little furrin girl named Weasel Be Goode.
She never ever learned to read or code too well,
But she could play a gusle just like ringing a bell.
Go, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Weasel Be Goode.
She used to carry that gusle in a gunny sack,
Sit beneath the tree by the greenhouse out back.
Oh, that ol’ Uncle Badger would see her sitting in the shade,
Strumming to the cackles that her chickens made.
Go, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Go, Weasel, go!
Weasel Be Goode.
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