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 .
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