He coulda won a Grammy. Buried in his jammies.

Steve Martin - banjo master. It's not what comes to mind when you hear the name Steve Martin, but it's true. He's been playing the banjo for over 45 years and last night I saw him perform at the Walt Disney Concert Hall.

My mother LOVES Steve Martin. I remember listening to his 1970s comedy album because we had it on vinyl. All of his movies, his humor - doesn't every family regularly quote Three Amigos? Ok, maybe just us, but that could just be because we are weird.

To me, Steve Martin is L.A.'s native son, and it's what I love about him. He is from here, his first job was at Disneyland, his jokes and movies are L.A. based - it's like a big inside joke and it's fun to laugh with him.

But his banjo skills are beyond impressive. I know, people think banjo and they think of a horrible twang, but this album - The Crow: New Songs for the Five-String Banjo - is just well, lovely. The songs are catchy and happy and smooth. You can't help but smile when you hear it.
The Walt Disney concert hall is a wonderful venue and not just because of the architecture, but the acoustics are crazy inside. It is so quiet you can hear people walking to their seats. The music fills the space as if the concert was just for you.

His banter in between songs showed off what he is known for, his comedy. It was endearing and and inviting part of the whole show and I think it really gave you insight into a very talented man who knows when to laugh at himself. Especially when he said, "My wife named this song. It's called: "When are you going to stop playing the goddamn banjo."