A dark narrative on a central London squat I stayed in during the early nineties,my heavy Lou Reed period.
Busking through
Thursday, 27 April 2017
Room 6
A dark narrative on a central London squat I stayed in during the early nineties,my heavy Lou Reed period.
you·ve already been programmed
William Hazlett
I´m hardly qualified to comment on issues regarding the current system or media culture. I´m not a political scientist or an academic. I´m just a free thinking street artist who see things from a different angle, in a way I´m on the outside looking in.
Although we may not be living a 1984 scenario. I suspect certain governing authorities base some of their ideas and policy’s along similar lines. They promote the same nightmare, only they soften it up with bland pop culture and other forms of suspect propaganda.
You may not realize it but you, yourself are at this moment being indirectly fed both media culture and suspect propaganda….Television and radio dictate to you. They tell you of how it is and of how it should be. World news is filtered and biaised, while the football saturated newspapers are conveniently sensationalized. We´re left laboring our lives away, holding tightly on to undervalued material possessions.
Perhaps stepping out is·nt such a far away option.
Bon Jovi, it's my life (cover) - busking in the streets of Brussels, Bel...
Check this street trio out.
Gigs in the street.
Gigs in the street.
Will you ever stop
busking ?
No I don’t think
I could , once you
start it’s hard
to stop , once you
realize how easy
it is to
step outside and
how the majority
of people don't
really give a
shit and how
eventually you don't
either , your hooked .
Its who you
are and what
you do , it takes
something to be a street
musician or a
busker . Its not just something that you
decide to do , your
kind of like
born with it , I
think .
No I
won't stop , I’m too far involved with it . Its
not so much
the money either , in
my case thats
a minor factor , part
of the process
but not a vital aspect . I
would pay to
busk if I
had to .
I think
we’re all born
with a destiny
and perhaps I’ve
found mine .
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Here you go
Welcome to another weekly session of relative opinions and statements regarding street entertainment.
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Places to busk
I couldn’t
believe it , there it was
, U.V.F , sprayed up there
with the rest
of it . Where the
fuck was I .
Cartagena
Not pretty , not
ugly and not a backpackers
place . Not big not
small and not
a lot of busking going
on either . Well theres
some but not
much , you could nearly
do without pitching
here .
Cartagena
is
certainly a navy
town boasting Spain's
first naval military
base and it
also credits the
invention of the
first torpedo powered
submarine .
I did
a pitch on
the calle Florentin , one of
the centre cut off’s . I
made a few
tips , an old lady
offered me half
a packet of
biscuits . That happens when
people are unfamiliar
with what you
are doing .
There was
something else I had to
do while I
was here , well this
is a navy
town and I knew the score . Sailors bars
can be rough , but
theirs plenty of
loose woman there .
I ended
up with a
middle aged fatty still
on her moons . That
didn't bother me , man
I was really
thirsty and I
was tired of
bashing my bishop . We
took a night bus
to the other
side of Cartagena , indeed a
Spanish housing estate , believe it , it’s
not all villas
and beach apartments
here . Bad graffiti and
burnt out stolen
cars blocked the
entrance . A Manchester
no go area , only warmer , just
that . I did it
once at night , I
did it again
in the morning , blood ´n`all . What’s the difference it
saved me a
magazine , of which can
be pretty expensive , I
got a place
to stay too .
Outside it
was an ugly
grey day maybe
reflecting my dry
mouth , bad nerves , deep regret
and blood stained
trousers . I was indeed
greeted with hostile
stares from dark
skinned , hard looking types , some
were young some
were a bit older .
They asked
me where I
was going and
what I was
doing . After I told
them I didn't
have any money
and with the
help of my Am
harmonica I then musically described to them
what I was
planning on doing . I
had to improvise , I may as well go down with
a blues note
or two , not just
with my blood stained
trousers . They only laughed and
wished me the
best though .
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