the street , to exercise , their fine performance art . They make it clear to privileged , passers-by that they are , in-fact complicated ,
music dot , readers . Be prepared for that silent look of rejection coming your way If you try to talk to them or donate less than a pound or a euro .You may find yourself within acceptance range if you purchase one of their over-priced CDs..Of course you would only see them performing at the better and more popular pitches such as Museum entrances , city church court-yards and only the widest and the busiest traffic cut streets .
An Obis player may lay down the major seventh scale on top of a
harpsichord rhythm track . An elegantly dressed lady may
delicately pluck , ´ The nutcracker suite ` from the wonderful
sound of a slightly amplified , frame harp .
It’s not the music or the appearance that gets me . In-fact some of it sounds and looks great . It’s that pompous attitude attached , of which is not always the case .
Street performance is an art-form,it·s not a competition . One is
different , not better .
A peacock busker considers himself , more of a street, performing musician rather than as a busker , of which is fine . It’s when he claims that he doesn't bear , any relation whatsoever to the guitar playing drifter pitched in the nearby streets , is what gets me .
Nobody is asking one to join a revolution , not that many people
give a shit. Remember one thing though, one is playing music on stone concrete , where others may sleep later . Busking is not a social climbing pastime .
Most things in this life have a price and thankfully the street is usually a free platform , that may unite us a little maybe .