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Become a Patron /Matron

Last night I tried to record some of my new material, but the rain was too heavy. Today again, rain stops play (or recording) so I’ve finally gotten round to redoing my website. It’s one of those jobs I’ve been putting off, partly because I knew I was going to be adding a Patron/Matron page and I find asking for stuff difficult.

With @amandapalmer and her #artofasking as my spirit guide I’ve gone and done it. So it up there in my menu if you fancy it have a look.❣️

If you want to know what I’ve been up to why not take a look at my Instagram account @louisehartmusicandart I’ll be updating stuff here too going forward!

learning, Life, life somstimes suprises us.

No ‘New Year, new me’ BS for me.

I couldn’t feel less enthusiastic about 2021 if I tried. That’s not to say I’m not going to give it my all but I’m not buying into the whole it’s gonna be my year BS. It’s going to be another strange year where we’ll learn things we didn’t know we needed to, find comfort in unexpected places and be forced into situations we didn’t ever imagine, and my wish us that we’re all ok, that our loved ones are safe and happy, have food on the table and a roof over their heads. That’s all.

busking, music, street life

Rain stops play!

An interesting day in town today busking. There were lots of buskers out which is weird as Saturday and Sunday there was hardly anyone. Anyway, the buskers at Russell and Bromley and The Face were having a ‘who has the loudest amp’ competition…. look if one turns up to 11 so does everyone else and it’s just a big ear-splitting mush. Just Stop!

Anyway, I set up after my husband and decided to give it a go. Kept to my usual volume but the quiet, gentle songs I usually start with were no good on a day like today, so straight in with the upbeat stuff, the low songs were transposed up a tone (hurrah for the capo!) and the Christmas songs (I only have 3) came out for an airing. I had 3 year olds dancing with old men, people singing along quietly to themselves as they passed by, people crossing the street to listen, kids waving at me from passing buses, ladies complimenting my skirt (gets more attention that me somedays!) and lots of serendipitous connections between strangers.

That’s what busking is about, that’s why I love it. And then it rained, and did it rain but I was in the middle of ‘I will survive’ and it seemed rude to stop mid song. By the end I had the taste of hairspray and stinging eyes but no Alice Cooper eye – Hurrah for waterproof make up. So I packed up and came home, still smiling from ear to ear. I love what I do!