Diary Of A Busker Day 457 Tuesday October 1st 2013 Winchester (Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 1:18-3:18pm). I’m not going to overdo it today, as I’ve booked myself into Chichester tomorrow from 11:30-5:30, and that’ll be the usual marathon of at least 4 hours of playing. My 80 years ‘young’ regular, Ian, is talking to someone near where I’m setting up and… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker Day 453
Diary Of A Busker Day 453 Monday September 23rd 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 1:42-2:22pm, 2. The Butter Cross, Time: 2:30-3:04pm). Coming down the street, I hear a familiar sound: a somewhat jazzy flavoured guitar, and I know who it is – my old friend Kanan, who I met, along with Chris, way back in the open-mic days. Weird… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 442
Diary Of A Busker Day 442 Monday September 2nd 2013 Winchester (1. The Butter Cross, Time: 2:30-4pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 4:25-5:10pm, 3. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 5:17-6:02pm). I’m getting really brave these days: when I come in and see The Butter Cross free, I don’t bother about going somewhere less conspicuous to warm up anymore…I set up! Actually, there area… Read more →
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… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 421
Diary Of A Busker Day 421 Monday July 29th Winchester High Street (opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 5:08-6:40pm). I wasn’t going to come in today but decided to at the last minute, as I thought it might prove distracting and alleviate this depression I’ve got lately. Song Of The Day is one I’ve been working on the last two days: Erik Satie’s… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 413
Diary Of A Busker Day 413 Sunday July 21st Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 2:49-5:12pm). That short-haired, French (I think) accented lady in her mid-sixties (I reckon) who I see around, gives me a £10 note – amazing! Of course I do the usual ‘That’s a lot of money, do you want change? – I give change, you know’ thing. She… Read more →