||[Aug. 24th, 2004|02:03 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
saw an excellent documentary tonight. a south bank show on buskers (mercifully melvyn bragg free).
it focused on four:
a) a black woman opera singer in covent garden. why she hadn't got a gig, god alone knows.
b) ex accountant who had, reggie perrin style, decicided that it
was afar better thing to play the celtic harp. (nice acoustics too)
c) a girl officer of the israeli army who's father said 'if you
ever become an officer i will buy you a ticket to europe', and he
did so here she is. she does a lovely version of 'don't worry be happy'
d) cheeky reggae covers on the south bank by proud and dedicated musician from the dominican republic.
something struck me: why would one want to play to a non-captive highly transient audience?
ps. we used to busk for beer money years ago in my squat living days. the most anyone ever paid us was £5. unfortunately that was a shop manager paying us to go away. we took it of course (that was an hours work) but we did feel slightly cheapened afterwards.