An Oshawa Busker
The ukulele has to be one of the most busking-friendly instruments to play. I can totally understand why Amanda Palmer ditches her piano for ninja gigs, even though she’s relatively new at the uke : I can’t imagine lugging a keyboard and power supply around town. Even just carrying my gear (uke, case, songbook, foot-tambo, shakers, business cards, start-up change, water bottle and a small first aid kit) can be a chore.
As such I’ve developed a certain level of hero-worship for every busking drummer out there. You people freaking RAWK, and to every one of you (regardless of talent) I’ve ever passed without tossing some change at you; I now wish I had.
– Dear Music Snobs;
I’m sorry I don’t know any songs by your favourite artist. If you send me a link; I’d be happy to learn them and make a video JUST FOR YOU.
That doesn’t mean that my taste in music is “stupid” or that the songs are “crap”, and I certainly don’t want to get into an argument about why this or that artist is a “piece of shit”. Personal taste is just that: personal. Getting so emotional that you feel the need to call me names because of what music I like seems a bit ridiculous to me; but I’m not going to give up my corner to you. You wanna get into a volume war? Try me … (Unless my Momma wants to come give me a piece of her mind: she has lungs of IRON I tell you; I’d never go up against her in a volume war :P)
– Dear Rude Beggars;
I don’t begrudge what you’re doing. I don’t have a word to say one way or the other … that is, until you decide to come ask ME for some of my hard-earned busking dollars. Then I’ll let you know that I don’t have cash to spare since I’m currently sitting here trying very hard to EARN some, and that your standing 3′ in front of me with your cup shoved into every passer-by’s face ain’t helping me any.
And the fact that one of you felt the need to come brag to me a half hour later about how lucrative your running into traffic at King/Simcoe was for you is a slap in the face. Thanks man … thanks.