Although you have come to predict certain aspects of the
busk, it will be different each time—like weather. And by the way, weather is
everything.
You need to wear sunscreen. Even if it is cold. Even if you
are going to stand in the shade. The sun is unrelenting here. Respect it.
You will think you are too late for the lunch hour, but
think again. Some of these people are just leaving their offices at 12:45 for a
business lunch. And although they are not as generous as tourist families, they
hear you, so sing out.
Kids will stop, or they will try to wrench their parents’
arms in your direction. It happened to Joshua Bell, and it will happen to you.
The kids seem to hear the music differently, and they are not yet jaded. They
may think you are a freak, but they do not think you are a beggar. All they know
is, you are making music outside. Two of them will convince their parents to
give them a few coins that are ultimately destined for your case. They approach
during Fear of Trains and you hope
the timing is just right so they do not have to hear you say “KKK.” They don’t,
but they and their parents linger and then try to dance. It may be the first
time they have heard a Stephin Merritt song. They do not know that his songs
are not for dancing.
A young man calling himself Calem will come forward and tell you he is about to start on
the piano a block away, and that he is afraid he will drown you out. It is nice
of him to warn you, and you engage in polite conversation, leaning heavily on
what you assume to be a shared busker code or context. He is a fantastic
player, and you do end up moving around the tree to stand near Hip Consignment,
but Calem still has a lot of set-up to do by the time your voice is waning.
(Among other things, he has to go retrieve his piano bench from an adjacent
business where he stores it.)
Sheila from the consignment shop invites you to play right in
front of her store. You will serenade her with an original song because she is
a businesswoman and she understands the notion that You Are What You Repeat. She compliments your voice, which is
enough to refresh it for another thirty minutes.
A group of young guys are eating on the steps nearby and
they want to know your story. You say just enough but are leery of them. They
request an Eagles song. (You will consider learning one for just such an
occasion, but note that that would be very unDude.) You give them Dylan
instead, and passers-by will drop a few more dollars in your case. The guys,
also, will give the change from their Qdoba lunch, and you’re in business. This
will give you the courage to play another original, and several more dollars
will end up at your feet as you rock your way through General Things.
By this time your bag will be in the sun, so think about
putting less jelly on your sandwich next time. On second thought, skip the
jelly. Peanut butter has protein.
Great blog, I busk myself in the Colorado area, although I have been slacking lately. Really appreciate the perspective that you write this from as well, really puts the reader in your shoes. Good work!
ReplyDeleteYou might enjoy my blog "Hitchhiking Colorado" on wordpress.com, check it out when you get a chance, and my own music is on YouTube. :)