busking o n m hurts 100210 ... o n m best things about busking: the freedom of it, the children, the dogs, the smiles, and thankyous, the traffic, the full buses of people who stop and listen for a moment, yeah the traffic, the brakes the little squeaks and screaches and ambulances that mix with me worst things: not being on a stage, being cold or hot, sore, tired, having to look everyone in the eye for a dollar, being propositioned by men who tell me i'll make more if i go home with them etc. 100210 ... o n m i've basically stopped had my violin in pawn and haven't busked since i got it out and i don't really want to busk any more it's been really good for me i'm sure, helps me on stage and i'll probably find myself broke again but i hope i don't busk 100517 ... o n m i started to think it would be ok, but i just don't think i can anymore 100618 ... n o m thinking again? 110613 ... raze we rented an amp for my keyboard. i never thought about plugging in a microphone until it was too late. i didn't own one anyway. my playing almost drowned out the sound of my voice. i had to push harder than i thought i could just to be heard. no one was really there to see me. nobody knew who i was. i ran through a barely-rehearsed set of songs written by cops and misspelled insects. the only original was an improvised bit of nonsense about a naked man. i got cut off by a clown. it didn't bother me much. i was glad to get out of there. not long after that, the tape was murdered by the machine that made it. snapped right off the spool. all that survives of the recording today is a three-minute chunk i dubbed onto another cassette for something to do. and that seems about right. not every awkward moment deserves to be remembered. 230828 what's it to you? who go blather from