Farewell to an Old Time Character and a Banjo Building Genius: Mike Ramsey

Sometimes our lives become loosely entwined with remarkable people, human beings who possess incredible talents, minds, ideas and actions. Often we fail to recognize how important they are to our lives. They bring a joy of artistry and spontaneity that our lives sorely need to be rich and fulfilling. And then, without warning, they are gone.

Mike Ramsey and I outside a biker bar in Northern Missouri

The first time I met Mike Ramsey, I had driven an hour into Kansas City to peruse the local banjo supply at Old Town Music, a long gone acoustic music store run by a great banjo player and his mother. For me, this was like a trip to the library where you could touch and feel all the old books that the world had to offer. Here was a jungle of open backed banjos from some of the world’s greatest masters. As I was demonstrating my limited tune knowledge on a variety of exquisitely designed instruments, I noticed a guy in a pair of overhauls and a flannel shirt with wildly curly hair watching me. He made me nervous, so I bleated out a weak, “Howdy,” to see if I could unnerve him.

To my dismay, he headed straight towards me. I knew he didn’t work in the store, so I was wondering what in the hell this guy wanted. “Say,” he said, “I noticed you were looking at a lot of banjos. Which ones here do you favor?” he asked.

I hesitated. What business was it of his? “Well if I had to say,” I cautiously replied, “I’m kind of partial to this Mike Ramsey ‘Woody’ model.”

“Right answer!” declared the stranger gleefully as he stuck his hand at me for me to shake, “I’m Mike Ramsey.” Damned. I was speechless. Standing right there with my banjo building hero and not a penny to my sorry ass. I wanted to buy that Woody 12″ cherry banjo right there, from the maker and live happily ever after. Well, in a way I did….

A couple years later, in 2007, having never saved enough to own a Mike Ramsey Woody banjo, I got up the nerve to attend one of his infamous banjo building workshops near Appomatox at the 4H Camp. It was Spring and quite cold as I can remember but the 8 or so of us locked away in the temporary woodshop Mike set up at the camp didn’t notice. These many years later, I refer to it in my memory as a weekend of guys, whiskey, power tools and eventually banjos. Mike was not only a master banjo builder, having built over 2000 banjos in his first 10 years in the business, but was an inspirational and remarkable teacher. In three days he helped each of us build, inlay, finish and play a quality banjo, largely from scratch and hardware. When each of us knew we had just ruined our project and took it to Mike with tears, he just laughed and said “The thing about wood is, it forgives you!” Taking our partially built instrument to the belt sander, fixing our wounded wood and sending us on our merry way.

After getting to know Mike at the banjo building fling, I decided I’d write an article about him for The Old Time Herald, a magazine that follows traditional musicians as well as luthiers like Mike. What I learned about him was pretty amazing. Born in 1949, Mike first heard old time music when he was in college, a business major at the University of Tennessee. Originally from Roanoke, Mike had heard the music of the mountains most of his life, but never really listened until a moment in college when he walked into a jam with his guitar that he happened to pass at an old church in Knoxville. Inside were two fiddlers and two banjo players who showed him the chords to “Liberty” and off he went. “I was mesmerized,” Mike told me. Soon he was traveling to Old Time Music Festivals across the South soaking up some of the great players of the time. “It changed who I was, forever,” said Mike.

After college, Mike went to work in the corporate world as a manager for Proctor and Gamble. He soon realized he wasn’t cut out for supervising hundreds of people and towing the corporate line. “They just couldn’t stuff me into that jar,” Mike told me. In 1983, Mike started a small hardwood lumber business in Ohio, learning about wood just as he was learning about old time music. He took banjo lessons and in 1986, won his first banjo contest. That same year, with the help and encouragement of friends, he built his first banjo. When he held it in his hands, his life changed once again. Having ordered a banjo from Kyle Creed the legendary builder from Galax, Mike was so disappointed when he found out Creed had died before finishing his banjo that he set out on his own quest: to build the perfect banjo. The one that Kyle would have built.

Soon, banjo making consumed much of his spare time and began to eat into his business time. In 1992 he met banjo builder Bart Reiter who became a tremendous supporter of Mike’s advising him about his work and helping him set up a production shop. In 1995, in Appomattox, his banjo shop was complete and his business Chanterelle Banjos was born. Mike started off by putting a beautiful rendition of the planet Saturn in the h eadstocks of his banjos and built them to sound deep and throaty like Kyle Creed. Before long, he was building banjos at a record pace and his banjos were featured in high end music shops from New York to Portland, Oregon.

Mike was an innovator in many ways. One was the speed at which he could produce a quality, hand crafted banjo. At one point he was able to produce a banjo a day, unheard of by most small builders. Another of his great innovations was the banjo head or skin itself. Mike, like many builders, was always searching for that authentic sound, that mysterious Kyle Creed plunk. He like other builders experimented with a variety of drum heads and skins to get the right sound. In the early 2000’s he was approached by a company that made timpani drum heads who was experimenting with a new synthetic head they called Fiberskyn, because of its resemblance in sound to skin heads without the hassle of using real skins which took great care and skill to fit and maintain. Mike loved the idea and was one of the first banjo builders to use the fiber heads, which have now become standard among open back banjo builders.

Mike was also known as a character. He liked whiskey, Volkswagens, cooking and collecting guns among other things. He was kind and generous, fun loving and an endearing friend. He was also wild as hell.

About a year after my story about Mike appeared in The Old Time Herald, I was at my home in Lawrence, KS when the phone rang early on a Saturday morning. It was Mike. “What are you doing right now?” he asked.

“Thinking about breakfast,” I answered honestly.

“I need you to come get me at the airport,” he said totally out of the blue. “I’m at the Kansas City Airport. We have a mission. I tried to explain to my wife why I had to spend the day driving to Kansas City to go on a mission with a banjo builder I barely knew, but she finally just shrugged and waved me away. I picked Mike up in my pickup and he handed me a banjo case to put in the back of the truck. Other than the banjo, his only luggage was a backpack.

“What’s up?” I nearly begged, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Mike jumped into the truck, throwing his backpack in the back and pulled out a wad of papers from his front pocket. “Your mission is to find this place,” he handed me a piece of paper that had some Northern Missouri address in a rural town I’d never heard of.

OK, I said trying to decipher his MapQuest printed directions. “I bought me a VW Bug on Ebay, he told me,” and you’re going to help me find it. After a couple of hours driving we pulled into a strange farm with a small house but two huge barns. A tall slender fellow with a cowboy hat met us in the drive. He brought us into the house and filled two huge bowls with some of the best and hottest chili I had ever tasted. Turns out he was an international Chili competition winner and was preparing for the Tulsa, OK chili cook off. Go figure.

We headed out to the first barn and the fellow raised the door to reveal several VW’s in varying states of disrepair. Except one. We had discovered a Missouri anomaly – a VW ranch. Mike got in the small black bug, shoved some cash at the guy through the window and yelled, “Follow me!” as he left in a haze of dust. I followed him out of the drive and onto a road, knowing full well that Mike had no idea where he was or where he was going. It was clear, however, that he was looking for something. And then he found it. In the middle of nowhere Northern Missouri, Mike had somehow led us to a biker bar.

He came over to the truck and took out his backpack which seemed to only contain a fiddle case. He handed me the banjo in the case and smiled, saying “Let’s go have some fun. Bikers love old time music!” I wasn’t so sure.

Once inside the bar, Mike was holding court. Teasing the young waitress, telling jokes to bikers and consuming copious amounts of alcohol. Soon, he handed me the banjo case and said “Here.” I opened the case to find a brand new Mike Ramsey 12″ Woody with a beautiful inlay in the scoop that was a “peace banjo” identical to the one I have tattooed on my right knee. I tuned the banjo up and we proceeded to play the day away in that bar. Finally, at about 6pm, Mike leaned over to me and in a fog whispered “Time to go.” I figured he’d finally had enough. As we got out to the parking lot, he asked “How’d you like your new banjo?” I couldn’t believe it, he had remembered that day in the store. I finally owned a real Woody. I pleaded with Mike to to home with me and rest up before he drove back to North Carolina where he was living. “Gotta go!” he proclaimed, and drove out of my life, only to be seen as a glimpse at a festival or concert here or there.

Mike Ramsey was a wild genius. He was an innovator, a master craftsman and a lover of humans. He had his flaws, as we all do. He made some mad, but many more happy. He made the world he lived in a better place because of the joy he got from hearing people play his banjos. He is survived by two beautiful and incredible daughters Sarah Rovnak and Racheal Kerns and by his sister Gayle Brown and his brother, Kevin Ramsey. He is also survived by a world wide community of old time musicians who often tell stories about him around campfires high in the mountains late at night, or play dance music on plunky banjos early in the morning. His thousands of banjos live on!

9 thoughts on “Farewell to an Old Time Character and a Banjo Building Genius: Mike Ramsey

  1. Billy Cornette July 2, 2021 / 7:12 pm

    Mike was a piece of work. I loved him like most old time musicians did. A mad genius who made many very fine banjos. I am glad to call him my friend. He would say the same about me.
    Thanks, Malcolm, for one of the best eulogies that could have been written. Mike would have loved it!

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  2. mike hermes July 12, 2021 / 6:43 am

    Wonderful story. Mike was such a memorable human being. I’m going to miss him. Here is my story:
    I met Mike accidentally at The City Tap in Pittsboro, North Carolina after I missed my ride back north. He invited me to his shop and showed me all the banjos he was working on along with all the motorcycles he was working on. Banjos upstairs, Motorcycles downstairs. I can still see the rims outside drying in the sun.
    I didn’t have a banjo at the time so he agreed to make me one. I didn’t have any money either. He told me not to worry, that he would make me one cheap and that he had an idea about how I could make some money. The next day I stopped in and there was this guy with Mike in the shop who happened to be a traveling Buddhist with a keen interest in banjos. He had already made one with Mike and was working on his second. The only thing was the guy didn’t know how to play. I hung out all afternoon and played his banjo while they were working and Mike suggested that I give the guy lessons. So for the next month, every morning, I gave this guy banjo lessons and by the end of the month Mike had built me a new banjo. It turned out to be an even swap. Mike got a big chuckle out of the whole thing.
    I had hoped I would get a chance to hang out with him again. I can still hear him in the corner shufflin’ and scratchin’ at his fiddle while I played one of his banjos. I can still hear his laugh too…but now he is like Saturn, somewhere up in space, celebrating Saturnalia:
    drunk with delight & forever overturning social norms…

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  3. Richard July 12, 2021 / 8:58 am

    Ditto Billy’s comments. I lucked into one of Mike’s student model banjos, freshly left on consignment at Donald Zepp’s store counter, as my first banjo. It was a real gateway drug, except that I still have it and, many banjos later, still love it. Thanks for a great memoriam, Malcolm!

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  4. Steve Goldfield July 12, 2021 / 8:43 pm

    I only met Mike a few times. I admired his banjos, though my style has different needs. The first year I went to Clifftop, 1998, I met and played some music with his sister, Gail, whom I think plays the fiddle. I seem to recall having a Fiberskyn head on the Wildwood I bought in 1985 incidentally. Later, I put a skin head on it. My condolences to his family.

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  5. jarred21 July 25, 2021 / 11:12 am

    I rode the school bus with both of his daughters. I only met Mike 1 time and he offered us some whiskey while he showed us around his banjo shop. Known as the “banjo man” he was well liked in our small town of Appomattox. Thoughts and prayers extended to his family.

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  6. Toni Williams July 26, 2021 / 6:17 pm

    Enjoyed this article, Malcom, and it urged me to share this story.

    Around 20 years ago I ordered a custom banjo from Mike over the phone. In his friendly manner he took my order and said he’d have it ready in a few months. We communicated with drawings and photos through email. True to his word, Banjo Day arrived a couple days before Christmas. I lived near Natural Bridge, VA, a couple hours from him in Appomattox. He and family were driving somewhere north for the holiday, Ohio I believe, and we arranged to meet at noon in Buena Vista, near me and on their way north. Shortly before I left to meet up, he called, saying he was running late, oiling up a batch of banjo necks and packing up. We’d meet at 3. A few hours later he called again, pushing back our meeting a few hours more. I understood how hard it was to get ready to leave for a road trip with family and all those loose ends to tie.
    Sometime around 6 we met in the dark at the Food Lion parking lot. He hopped out and introduced me to his 2 young girls and wife all in the front seat of the vintage-looking pickup. The back was crammed with odds and ends including furniture and an iron woodstove, and made me think of The Grapes of Wrath. Though the females seemed less than cheerful, Mike was, and he bounded to the back of the truck, got the banjo out of its case, and plucked a few riffs. He handed it to me and I did the same, thrilled at the feel and smell of the new wood and notes as crisp as the night air. Not wanting to further delay his trip, I handed over the cash which he stuffed in his wallet. We wished all a merry holiday and he gave a jolly wave driving off. I watched the truck trundle out of the lot, then my heart sank when I saw his wallet on the pavement. I picked it up and ran after them with arms waving, but they were gone.
    I’d seen the truck turn towards town instead of the Interstate, so I followed suit and drove around Buena Vista a bit, including the main drag. It felt futile, so I drove the 25 minutes home, my biggest fear being they’d go for hours before noticing the missing wallet, and his worry over the many hundred dollar bills he’d stuffed in it. Cell phones weren’t in common use back then. As soon as I stepped in my house the phone rang, and it was Mike. “I have your wallet,” I blurted. “You’re an angel!” he exclaimed, and in the background I heard his family cheering. They were in an Italian restaurant in Buena Vista. He didn’t want me to have to drive back there, so we arranged to meet at a gas station at an interstate exit closer to me. It was a happy reunion with hugs and gratitude. “I’m gonna get you a tee shirt,” he promised. “What’s your favorite color?” And he came through, sending a teal “Mike Ramsey banjos are out of this world.”
    And you know what? That was the best thing I did for someone that Christmas.

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  7. rogtim August 2, 2021 / 6:58 am

    Back in the days when we had our phones in the wall, I had mine on the wall of my little house in Dublin. I had tried to get a Chanterelle banjo through Elderly Instruments, but they had none in stock. Our wonderful musical community being what it is…I somehow sound up with Mike’s number.

    I called him up explains the situation and that I had lined up a banjo mule to bring the banjo back over from the states. I remember he said he was packing up for Clifftop. We had a long chat. He agreed when I wanted it for and he said “no problem..I just finished a neck, it’ll be ready when you need it.” When the banjo finally made it .. Her had thrown in a hard case and a t shirt.

    I never met him in person, but he made me feel like his friend. I still play that banjo and I still wear that t shirt. May he rest in peace

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  8. Paula Fielding August 6, 2021 / 10:24 pm

    Sad to hear that Mike left us and is now in banjo heaven( some would foolishly say “hell”) along with my husband/ soulmate and banjo builder Will Fielding who left this crazy world in Oct of 2014! Isn’t it wonderful that they’re hanging with so many cool musicians and creators of musical instruments that make all of us so happy when we hear them?!
    Paula Fielding

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  9. Dan Davenport September 9, 2021 / 4:28 pm

    Since I first started playing open back banjo in 2012 I’ve tried to own as many prominent makers best examples as I could. Thats been a lot. Most of which were amazing instruments. The deal I had with my wife was fair. I had to sell one to buy one. That coupled with my desire to try as many as possible led to my having let some of the best go and I do have plenty of regrets. I, like everyone else for our own personal reasons, do have my favorites. Like I said, they were all or most all Awesome, but my two favorite banjos of all were both Ramseys. One was my near mint Ramsey Tubaphone, and the other is my current
    mint 2014 12” Mike Ramsey Woodie. Both were/are outstanding instruments. I know I’ve lucked up on my current Woodie, because most owners just will not let theirs go. I’ve tried for over two years and talked to many trying but to no avail. Finally … I hit the jackpot with this one. Its seriously like brand new and just a beautiful, perfect playing, sounding banjo for my taste. I too will likely hold on to this one and pass it down to my family to enjoy …. and like all the other Woodie owners out there, its not for sale!

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