busking, music

And all the countries ruled by me!

I’ve finally worked out how to pull this one off… Thanks Dave…

So, I’ve copied out the lyrics into my bullet journal, and I’m playing it really slowly, tripping up over the words, my fingers. Playing it sitting down, then seeing if it works standing up… not always the case! I’m looking forward to performing it.

busking, Life, music, street life

what a day!

Yup, that’s a real life car number plate. I want it, on a day that started with realising I’ve lost my very expensive glasses, just before getting rained on (even tho the met office forgot to mention this until they looked out of their window and saw it had rain drops on it) oh and also saw me later on, still wearing my busking frilly skirt while chasing a mummy pig and her piglets down a road and then later out of our wood… Yeah living the f***ing dream. FML.

I’ve seriously had enough of today…. At bedtime my daughter, who was protesting that it wasn’t fair that she had to go to bed, was genuinely surprised when told her that actually being a grown up sucks quite a lot. That while you can choose to stay up late and eat whatever you want, the reality is that mostly you’re too tired and the cupboards are empty (of chocolate, crisps and cider) That the only good thing about being a grown up is that I couldn’t be her mummy if I wasn’t an adult and she’s the best thing ever and makes it all worth it; Yeah. Some days are like that. They suck. A lot. And just when you think you’ve reached peak suck-dom then something else throws itself your way (like your neighbours escaped pigs πŸ–)

So now, in the relative quiet of our home, before phoning my husband who is away busking in Bath I can reflect. That actually I really enjoyed playing today, that that lady who took he trouble to cross the road to shout “Rubbish” at me as she walked past must be quite an unhappy person to feel the need to do that sort of crap, andthat I’ve had my fair share of πŸ’©jobs in the past and I am forever grateful to be able to sing and play guitar and that some people like it and give me money. That the highlight of my busking day was when a blind man carefully found his way to my case to give me money. He said I made his day. He made mine too, I gave him a CD. Hope he enjoys it.

Yey! So jaded, yes… Worn out, yes but also grateful, blessed and humbled.

busking, street life

Windy City – heaven knows I’m miserable now πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

As I unpacked my stuff from the (shaking) van I was hit by a gust of wind and a load of stuff went bowling down the car park. Worse still my hair was blowing all over the place.😱😳 I CANNOT STAND HAIR IN MY FACE!!! That’s the hole point of the hairdo!

I checked the met office and in the time it had taken to drive into town it had gone from 10% light rain maybe at 12 to 80% heavy rain at 10. So I’ve waited a while in the van and, Here comes the rain again ( love that song).

Not fancying donning the wet weather gear and tying my gear to a a lamppost I’m sacking off the busking today and going home to work on a medley of my favourite songs by The Smiths ….. actually there’s only 2 songs so technically it’s a segue I think … Not a massive fan of The Smiths – (I certainly never had a T Shirt) they write some great music and I love Morrissey’s voice. Please please please let me get what I want and last night I dreamed that somebody loved me are lovely songs … I’ll see if I can get it to work as both are tantalisingly short songs…

So anyway back home for a nice cup of tea β˜•οΈ

busking, spring, street life

Love is in the air ?πŸ’•

I wasn’t even sure I’d go out today; yesterday I felt dreadful all day like I was about to come down with something. I had already decided that if I felt the same I wouldn’t go out today. Just in case I charged a battery and sorted out my clothes…… just as well I did.

I woke feeling a bit better and went into town. I played for a bit on the high street then moved on to the Cathedral Green. I like playing in the green, I mean look at the view!

Anyway it was really quiet on the green to start and I wondered if I should keep going but it was a beautiful day and I was enjoying playing. So to hell with it! For what felt like an age there was no one around and the a few people sat down on the wall, enjoying the long awaited sun.

Now call me Cilla but I think I might have been a bit of a match maker today…. I hope so. A man sat down and then a woman and appeared to be enjoying the songs. After a while they began chatting and they were there for ages (even after I’d stopped)! Now as much as I’d like to think it was the music keeping them there, I think maybe there was a little spark there πŸ’•πŸ’•… oooh I hope so!

I hope they ask me to play at the wedding!! πŸ’πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ•ΊπŸ»πŸ’•πŸ’•

busking, music, street life

Pennies from heaven

Busking in Bath means an early start and it was tipping down with rain first thing. Luckily the weather cleared up nicely.

Jerri did a couple of sets round town while the girl and I enjoyed watching him and the other buskers. I did a set later on Milsom St; it’s great to play somewhere different.

A post busking trip to the brilliant park for the little one and then back to the campsite. Good times. Let’s see what the weather holds for tomorrow…


Quick Sketch…

I’m taking some time out between putting the washing away to have a practice… Little and often works well for me.Β I’ve worked out the chords, I’ve learned the words… putting them all together is still a challenge! Normally I play this slower – there’s no point practicing at speed as you just learn mistakes but I thought I’d have a go at playing it at tempo… Ragged!

It’s going to be a cold week so there will be plenty of time to practice so I might well update later in week.Β  Anyway. I thought there might be some folk out there with a name for my mystery chords. I could work them out but I haven’t yet and I use them all the time so … any ideas and the best one gets a free CD….. Shape wise it’s like an upside down half dim… answers on postcard…..


busking, music

Ed Sheeran has no boobs

I’m in Newton Abbot today, waiting for people to come into town. While it’s quiet I thought I’ve been watching YouTube videos on Latin strumming and quietly having a go. Also I thought I’d share something…. maybe an ‘over share’ but who cares…

Here is the Fishman panel on my lovely Ed Sheeran Martin guitar. I loved it the first time I played it, the neck felt lovely. Also unlike the lovely Takamini I had been using, it stays in time outdoors.

Just as well as neither this nor the standard version of the same guitar are designed with boobs in mind. The takamini had the panel by the neck whereas this is just below the shoulder making it impossible to see when you’re standing up and I’m not exactly what one would call ‘busty’!!! So you have to hold it away from the body and then I can’t reach the tuning pegs…. first world problem I know… but a little more thought please guys!!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚