Diary Of A Busker Day 485

Diary Of A Busker Day 485 Monday December 30th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Bellis, Time: 4:10-5:37pm).

A late start as I was sorting out my new 12-string travel guitar which arrived just after lunch, all the way from Erlanger, Kentucky.  A cold day – especially at the late hour – but thankfully no wind. If there had been, it would have been unbearable. Lots of people in town, although none of the regulars apart from one I hadn’t seen in ages, namely ex-cruise musician Mick. He stood near me – back a couple of paces – while I finished off (literally) Joy Of Man’s Desiring, just before I packed in.

He said he hadn’t seen me in ages. In fact he said the same thing I was thinking about HIM – ‘I was beginning to think you’d popped your clogs’ (I must find out the origin of that), so I said ‘That’s what I thought had happened to YOU’. When I said I’d taken three weeks off due to my hand, he said ‘You know what you need? Chilli. Rub some chilli on it’. I said ‘What?’ He says ‘Yeah, chilli. You know that stuff – deep heat? ‘That’s all it is – chilli. Look on the label: Cajuput. That’s chilli’. Interesting. Mick notices the moustache so I say ‘Yeah, now we’re both mustachioed gents’. He says he’s had his for 50 years! If I have mine that long (age-wise, not literally), I’ll  be 101. No chance. I’m getting quite attached (literally) to it, though.

Mick wishes me a happy new year and I say I’ll probably be out here, this time tomorrow. I have to say, it was a relief to see him as he’s one of the few survivors from the original regulars I made the acquaintance of, way back in 2010. So many are gone – died, or never seen again for whatever reason: Colin – who loved The Third Man, Alfie the pianist, Harry The Dutchman, Walter, Ralph, Marie-Therese – who loved La Vie En Rose, Carol from The North – what’s happened to her? …and of course Henry Gray – it would have been his 102nd today. In remembrance, I tune up for his favourite – Over The Rainbow, the last song.

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  6 comments for “Diary Of A Busker Day 485

  1. alex
    10/10/2015 at 12:25 AM

    What the hell is Tennessee, Kentucky? Your new gitfiddle may have come from Bowling Green, Kentucky, or Memphis, Tennessee, but states do not exist as cities in other states here.

  2. 10/10/2015 at 9:44 AM

    Quite right, Alex. It’s now been corrected.

  3. alex
    11/10/2015 at 1:28 AM

    Aah, great. I’m not a guitar person but now I want to look up any guitar factories in that town.

    Manufacturing is coming back to the USA but it tends to be in little podunk towns where the workers can get by OK on $10 an hour. Or course in those little towns they often fish and hunt and garden too so it’s not all that bad.

    • 11/10/2015 at 9:40 PM

      Do you live near Erlanger? The guitar I got from there was a Johnson 12-string acoustic, which, because it’s small, has a rather mandolin-like sound – very quaint. I like the word PODUNK you use!

  4. alex
    12/10/2015 at 3:49 AM

    Nah mate I’m in the famed silicon valley, making not fuck all, literally what I made just out of high school which I hasten to say I could!d not afford to finish.

    I make about $10k a year, and plety
    here are making less.

    People don’t understand, the USA has an enormous internal third world.

    I studied electronics. I was a fucking idiot. Almost anything else pays better.

  5. alex
    12/10/2015 at 3:52 AM

    Podunk town, one horse town… American and english split off in the 1600s, there’s a great essay written by h.l.mencken about this that is free online. Quite entertaining, really.

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