Busking

So traveling undoubtably inspires you to steo out of your comfort zone in many ways. But no way in hell did I ever think that I would be inspired to head into town with my guitar and a capo, set up shop at the creative market and bust out in song in the middle of a crowded plaza. I also had a little bin that I had primed with 5 bucks that I set at my feet. Half of the inspiration was out of curiosity to see if I could actually make any money from busking, and half was out of actual desperation because buying surf wax here costs 5 fucking bucks a pop and I´m dirt poor. So I busked, straight up like a homeless hippie, and I loved every second of it.

I didn´t make much money, a few bucks here and there, but I did get some free kettle corn and an invitation to play at a wedding. And a chick from the UK gave me her card and told me she´s in the recording industry and wants to hook me up with some important people. haha. Could be nice, but I think my limited repitoire of Guster songs would need to be improved upon before i move to London to pursue a song writing career. But it was quite flattering, and people generally seemed to enjoy it. And you know what? So did I! Playing music is fun to begin with, but when you´re just doing it for the sake of doing it, it´s just really fun. And when people enjoy it, it makes it really nice. I toyed with the idea of trying to busk so I could make enough money per day to live on, but I dont think I am quite at that level of desperation yet. But the option is always there I suppose. Mom and Dad, aren´t you proud of your Penn State graduate who is playing on the streets for spare change?