Diary Of A Busker Day 431

Diary Of A Busker Day 431 Thursday August 15th (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 3:35-5:05pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 5:35-6:35pm).

When I get to The Butter Cross, there’s a bunch of brass players promoting tonight’s show at the theatre. Actually, they’re not playing: they’re on a break, or packing up as some of them appear to be putting stuff in cases. I go up to one of the girls and enquire…and it seems they are are on a break – they’ll be back at 4:30, so I can play here for an hour, which is long enough in my present state of mind.

I open with the new one – Tzena Tzena Tzena (I heard you the first time) which is getting a bit better, even the really short contrary motion bit. I also debut another one – Siboney, from the same Chet album, but missing out the middle A major bit, which needs some more work. During the 1st Gnossienne, an old woman suddenly appears and tells me off – ‘Can you turn down, we can’t hear ourselves speak in the shop!’ I’m afraid I was a bit cheeky: feigning deafness, I said ‘Sorry?’ But she doesn’t get it and again she says ‘Can you turn down, it’s so loud we can’t hear ourselves in the shop’. I don’t get it, it’s one of the quietest songs I do! I ask what shop she’s in. She points across the way to the O2 shop – ‘That one’. Oh well, what can you do? I apologise profusely, exaggeratedly, and totally falsely – ‘Oh I AM sorry, I’ll turn down straight away. I’m so, SO sorry’, and she walks off, but not back to the shop. She walks off down the road, and I think “what was the bloody point of that? She should have come out before, and during a louder number!”‘ It must have been the one before she was moaning about, namely James Bond – my loudest one. Still, it’s no use complaining after the event, is it, you stupid old bag.

One of the Drongos – an old-ish woman with short dark hair and a trolley, she’s been wandering about shouting recently – stops beside me, holding a £5 note. I think “she’s not going to give that to me, is she?” And I was right – she wasn’t. Some woman has just given it to HER and she’s off to McDonalds to spend it. ‘Good’, I say.

The hour comes and goes and the brass lot don’t turn up. I keep looking about for them and keep on playing for another half hour, but they never came back and I never saw them anywhere else on the High Street. I pack up and go into Boots to see if some film I left for the cheap 6-day developing has come in. The security guy asks if heard what happened earlier. I say I don’t and ask him what it was. He says about 2:30, two blokes pushed down a pregnant woman and stole her phone just outside the shop. There was a lot of screaming and the police turned up – it’s all on the CCTV, of course. (Or is it? I remember when I had that trouble with THE JERK awhile back, down at the crossroads, and the CPSO said the camera down there wasn’t even switched on!) Anyway, that’s nice – knocking down a pregnant lady (in her 40s, apparently, says my informant) and nicking her phone. And there I was thinking  this was a nice, safe, god-fearing country town.

Earnings: £20.90p

  5 comments for “Diary Of A Busker Day 431

  1. alex
    07/02/2015 at 12:46 AM

    The brass players probably got their break then decided their “chops” were tired. That’s the thing with brass, it’s hard to keep it for hours and hours.

    Keep the posts coming, you might eventually do a “best of” book that might do even better than your first one. And you made the equivalent of $40, which is more than I make a day!

    • 07/02/2015 at 9:45 AM

      I think you’re probably right about the brass lot, Alex!

  2. alex
    09/02/2015 at 3:24 AM

    I’ve decided to pack it in with regard to playing the trumpet. It’s a nice enough instrument but since I seem to make ten dollars an hour, I need to be able to busk for five hours a day to make a modest living. Sax is a good one for that, so I’m going to switch to that. Because clarinet is a good preparation for playing that sax, I have a clarinet now. Cost me $200 between the Clark et from a pawn shop and the $100 odd in a better mouthpiece, reeds, books, a ligature etc. Cheap decent clarinets are all over in the states, so lucky me! Cheap decent saxes however are not a thing so when I’m ready to move to a sax I’ll do a rent to own. I only recently got my clarinet and bits together and only started in on it today… I can tell I’m going to have fun!

  3. 09/02/2015 at 1:58 PM

    I played – or tried to – the clarinet for a couple of years in high school in Canada. Maybe it’s for the best, Alex…you can now do – very authentically – Stranger On The Shore and When I’m Sixty-Four.

  4. alex
    09/02/2015 at 8:54 PM

    Well the idea is to play the old licorice stick for a year or two then play the alto sax… Basically in the footsteps of john Coltrane, Sigurd rascher, and every other saxophonist you or I have ever heard or heard of!

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