Memoirs of a Busker:Day Four..Ok,so i went back to claim my spot..feeling bullish..so much that when i saw a glimpse of another dude with a guitar i took my battle stance..it was only a reflection of me in the window..played lekker..starting to mess around with my songs..playing it in different tempos and styles..loving it..and the clientele..i love the kids walking up to me to drop a few coins..they are pensive and unsure ..as soon as they give the money..i do a theatrical turn and dance..and they run away all giggles..met and talked with very interesting people..a tattoo artist from Joburg and a group of models wanting to know where i bought my scarf..hmm...got it from me ma..then time for my daily drama..this old guy looked at me with an intense scowl..like he needed the bathroom..i asked him if hes all right?..he answered that its boring that i only play three chords..well,its the WAY i play those chords Pops...turns out hes mates with my warring busker dude..so he has his fans..ive got mine..but mine is better looking i can tell you that much!,then the owner came to me and said that i talked and played too loud..hmmm..unless im crazy, i have been quiet to this point..so it was the old codger that complained..thats one to five compliments i got..but i respected the owner asking me to leave..for a brief moment i felt like that is the end of playing on these dirty streets..but no! how can i deprive this beautiful city of my roaring talents? i love myself and this city far too much..so..with you guys support and wishes ..il enter the trenches once more and report back..b.t.w it must be Spring..The doves were at it again! ffs get a tree!
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 11:46:47 +0000
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