Diary Of A Busker Day 642 Saturday October 4th 2014 (1. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 3:45-4:14pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:20-5:40pm).
I was going to go to Hythe in the morning, but it was raining and it didn’t stop for hours. I’d even bought the train ticket so I had to get a refund. Anyway, by 3 o’clock it had cleared up so I thought I’d try my luck here…I shouldn’t have bothered!
The 1st set, just down from The Butter Cross hub of activity, and thousands of peopleoids about. The result: three contributions in just short of half an hour. Two 20p’s and a 50p. 90p by my expert reckoning, for 29 minutes. In fact, I was going for a full 30 minutes but at the last one I thought, ‘What’s the point?!’ What a bloody disgrace…I’ll never get used to it: the meanness of the general public. So I packed up (in disgust, of course) mounted the trusty steed(?) and rode off…in disgust.
Set two was better, marginally. The coinage was still well under the average rate – half the average, in fact. Terrible. I don’t know…maybe I’ve become part of the furniture: an ignorable part of the landscape. I DID manage a rendition of Anjie, though, complete with the breaks, where it goes a bit jazzy, so I was pleased about that. And I segued it into While My Guitar Gently Weeps, as they’re both in A minor, and both with an almost identical descending run.
I lost my cool at one point, when I hadn’t had a donation for some time. A boy stopped, looked in the bucket, then just stands in front of me. So I said loudly ‘Yes? Yes? (then once again, louder) YES?!’, and then he walked off. Now, normally I would have said, ‘Oh, hello’ or something, but I couldn’t be bothered with all that politeness today. Anyway, he went off across the road to his family then came back and donated, so that was OK!
But it’s definitely getting colder and I don’t want to be out here doing this…again.
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