Diary Of A Busker Day 463

Diary Of A Busker Day 463 Tuesday October 15th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:45-2:15pm, 2. The Butter Cross, Time: 2:25-4pm).

Started off with a lousy half hour, which was all I could take, at the crossroads. Got only one donation – £1.20. And yet AGAIN I think – ‘How can hundreds of people walk by and only one of then donate?’ To ease the depression, I think of John and HIS £1.20 he got for FOUR TIMES my half hour! It didn’t work, though, as I kept forgetting to remember(!)

Actually, there was one other contribution. Halfway through Albatross, two scruffy blokes – one wearing a cheap blonde party wig – stood in front, muttering for a minute. I ignored them, then, as they were walking off, one dropped something that looked like a rotten cherry tomato in the bucket, so I stopped playing, said ‘What’s that?’, and picked it up. One of the blokes said ‘It’s a crab apple, don’t you want it?’ I said ‘No’, and gave it back to him. He said ‘You can make some jelly, make some money’. He really said that.

After the crab apple incident, I wanted to go home but then I thought ‘I can’t just come in here for half an hour!’, so I set up up the road and did an hour and a half, during which I saw some familiar – even friendly! – faces. My old guy – Ian, contributed during a song but didn’t want me to stop playing. He didn’t say anything, he just waved as I conveyed my gratitude (ie: said ‘Thanks’)…and then there was Ragtime Phillip, who complimented me on whatever I was doing. He said he was on his way to the Nat West bank, just up a bit, so 20 seconds later, as he was going in the bank, I started up the first Gnossienne – one of his favourites. He turned and smiled – a result!

…Some minutes later, he came out and I played his VERY favourite – the 5th Gnossienne, which, I have to say, I’ve got a bit lazy with of late – I’ll have to sort that out. Even so, he was his usual enthusiastic self – a nice chap.

I debuted a new tune – the Rev. Gary Davis’s Slow Drag/Cincinnati Flow Rag, a jolly tune I found while looking at Woody Mann’s Weeping Willow. I’m learning it on the old Hoyer 12-string, although Gary Davis did it on a 6-string. When I get it good enough, I’ll send a video to Woody Mann, as he really liked the one I did for his Black Dog Blues.*

Earnings: £17.44p

* “Great job…good groove, tempo and feel. Sounds rich on the 12 string… Curious to see where you take it. I approve. Keep swinging, Woody”.

  4 comments for “Diary Of A Busker Day 463

  1. alex
    20/05/2015 at 8:25 PM

    The trouble is, if you get all cranky, people will tip you even less. That’s why I advise: Just look dreamily in the direction of your fretboard, and work on *the music* and the money should sort itself out.

  2. 21/05/2015 at 6:37 AM

    In my experience – and please forgive me for saying this, but you’re wrong. I’ve looked cheerful and got no money. I’ve looked ‘cranky’ as you put it, and got lots of money. It makes no difference how I look. The same way it makes no difference where I am, whether it’s busy or if there’s hardly anyone about, or even what time of day – early or late, or even the weather. It makes no difference. The money can never be predicted. I was once asking a (now dead) market stall owner about this same thing. He said ‘the thing is, you can never predict what the people want on any particular day: one day they want oranges, or yellow flowers, and the next day they want red flowers’. I replied that that didn’t make sense – how can there be a ‘conspiracy’ among people who don’t know one another! He said he knew it didn’t make sense, but that’s how it is, and the more I think about it, the more I think he’s right. Some things can’t be explained.

  3. 21/05/2015 at 6:39 AM

    In my experience – and please forgive me for saying this, but you’re wrong. I’ve looked cheerful and got no money. I’ve looked ‘cranky’ as you put it, and got lots of money. It makes no difference how I look. The same way it makes no difference where I am, whether it’s busy or if there’s hardly anyone about, or even what time of day – early or late, or even the weather. It makes no difference. The money can never be predicted. I was once asking a (now dead) market stall owner about this same thing. He said ‘the thing is, you can never predict what the people want on any particular day: one day they want oranges, or yellow flowers, and the next day they want red flowers’. I replied that that didn’t make sense – how can there be a ‘conspiracy’ among people who don’t know one another! He said he knew it didn’t make sense, but that’s how it is, and the more I think about it, the more I think he’s right. Some things can’t be explained.

  4. alex
    21/05/2015 at 7:45 AM

    Yeah … one thing is, the more hours you put in, that’s more money. And generally the more skill, ditto. However, someone who’s not all that good but can play some swinging blues riffs, may well do better than a trained classical guitarist. Just so many variables.

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