Sitting in the rain, you’ve got to get used to that as a busker. It happens all the time, especially here in England… Right now I’m sat under some light rain in Stratford-upon-Avon waiting for a busking pitch. As there’s a very organised and relaxed busking code here, a group of ‘town hosts’ walk around and keep all the Buskers in check. We have a 2 hour time slot, and are limited to select pitches. So a first come first serve, the woman singing now, is finishing at 1pm, where I’ll take over and play till around 3pm.
Theres a few other buskers I’ve seen walking around seeking a busking pitch. Because there’s a Christmas Victorian Fayre on here, it, a) has brought a huge amount of people here which tends to be good for busking and, b) the stalls and stages have shut off a few of the selected busking pitches. So this pitch (in picutre) seems the only viable option. It’s always the better pitch for profit on any other non-Christmas-Market day, the other pitches are more enjoyable to play as you get a view of the park beside the river.
Its actually a little crazy busy right now, the flow of people has massively increased. Which kind of makes sense why it’d be better for busking as, more people = more chance of people dropping a coin 🤷♂️. But I’ve noticed at times that quieter spots actually prove better, I feel its because people have more time to sit watch and enjoy the music, treating it more like a concert, they’re more likely to donate more or grab a CD! CD sales really make a difference to a busking day!
I am literally just rambling my thoughts into thumb action into blog action into words and things. I’ve been meaning to blog for some time, but yet again I have this idea in my head that I should spend hours on hours writing up the perfect post covering lots of things. But the more that idea rolls on the more days and things I miss writing about because I don’t find the time to write them down! So here is a quick post of my thoughts on this life as a busker. It’s a wonderful life it really is.
I had a stage of darkness where many things threw me down and I lacked purpose and belief in myself so I just felt like hiding. Although I still went out busking anyhow, (my subconscious, must of known that the persistence would lead to self-healing) whilst I was busking the darkness would run around my mind and it would distract me from enjoying it and being that which I am to be!
So that leads me to the main point of the blog post in which I just made up the title and idea of what that title actually means.
Sitting in the Rain.
It always rains, regardless, its raining somewhere, inside the mind in a poetic sense…🤷♂️waffledaffle? Or outside somewhere on this gigantic planet which we call home. But you’ve just got to go sit in it no matter what. Don’t let that stop you from doing the things that bring you joy, maybe at the time you’re like, f*k that, I just want to hide here and do f*k all….. Well f*k that, because you know that this thing (for me busking/composing), will bring your soul joy, even if the first 30 minutes feel like poop, it’ll come up with goodness! Then later down the line of time you’ll be glad you did it regardless!
So, shut that silly annoying little miss negative voice in your head, go sit in the rain and do that which you love!
Why not? What excuse can really defeat happiness and enjoyment?
Do it with all your heart and soul,
One life, no regrets, no rugrats, no regret!
Try and fail and try again
I promise I’ll make more sense on the next blog post!