Diary Of A Busker Day 487 Thursday January 2nd 2014 (Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 4:07-5:39pm). First outing of the year. On leaving the house, the weather’s fine: blue sky…which – wouldn’t you know it – darkens considerably as I’m walking into town, and again – wouldn’t you know it – starts raining before the end of the first song – Albatross.… Read more →
Tag: The Third Man
Diary Of A Busker Day 484
Diary Of A Busker Day 484 Friday December 27th 2013 Winchester (opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:10-4:34pm). After The Third Man, an old lady says – ‘And you’re not using synthesizers! (she looks at the amp)…what have you got, just that?’ (Of course! I’m the real deal, lady!) I say ‘Yeah, it’s just a battery-powered amp’. She says ‘Yes, there’s a bloke… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 475
Diary Of A Busker Day 475 Sunday November 17th 2013 Winchester (1. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, Time: 2:08-3:09pm, 2. Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:25-4:55pm). There’s a guy who looks like he’s come down from a mountain, playing the bagpipes in front of the Christmas tree at The Butter Cross…and at Vodafone, a bunch of young people. I don’t want… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 469
Diary Of A Busker Day 469 Wednesday November 6th 2013 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:15-4:55pm). Song Of The Day – Wouldn’t It Be Nice, as it secured a CD sale, and one of the more expensive ones, no less. The happy buyer – a young Chinese woman. Of course, I had to stress that the song, being a relatively new… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 466
Diary Of A Busker Day 466 Wednesday October 30th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:02-4:02pm, 2. Opposite Bellis/O2, Time: 4:09-4:54pm). Before going to The Hyde pub or tavern or whatever it is, to see Rick Tarrant – and maybe do a couple of songs (if he asks me) – I thought I’d get in a session or two. I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 460
Diary Of A Busker Day 460 Tuesday October 8th 2013 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:13-2:50pm, 2. Next to The Slug & Lettuce, The Square, Time: 3-3:45pm). Another full house. Mandolin John’s at the top of the High Street, the old bearded bloke with the flute and toy percussion stuff’s near The Butter Cross, the foreign guy doing the sculpture… Read more →