jinxed, Life, street life

Taking the old lady out

With my Martin being in the shop for a repair, I’ve been using some of my other guitars. Yes, I have other guitars, who just has one!

I borrowed my husband’s Martin but the jack plug wasn’t working so I went back to my 3/4 Takamini … I played this one when I first started busking. It’s a lovely guitar but it’s not my Martin. So, the last couple of days I’ve been using my Takamine EN30C … the guitar I bought when I was 17.

I traded in a Yamaha jumbo and my dad loaned me the money to buy it. It’s the guitar I busked with acoustically on Spui strasse in Amsterdam. I played it in various bands, at music college, in front of the muted TV ( one of my favourite things) …. I thought it would be to fragile to take out on the street.

Well I have loved playing it. It’s been like taking out an aged relative expecting cream teas and a bit of snooze only to find them drinking shots and dancing on the table. Such a wonderful guitar❣️

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Blue Steel

I saw these and those of you of a similar age will know why I couldn’t resist buying them. You know what? They sound good!

This is all part of the ongoing saga of my cracked guitar. It got too dry being played in the heat. It’s still at Manson’s being repaired… 😥😥😥

My wonderful husband, Jerri has been re-stringing all the guitars in the house. I have a nickel allergy and so normally use the Elixir strings but thought these would have to be worth a go on my trusty old Takamine… I might use it next time I go busking….

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 🐖)

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 💩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, Life, music, street life

September Songs

I was back in Exeter today; a crisp and sunny Autumn day. I was really enjoying playing and then I noticed a fake charity seller just up from me and it put me off my stride for a bit. Well I might be wrong but proper charity workers don’t normally put the money straight in their pocket. There’s a lot of them up in Bath, there’s nothing to be done. They give you a leaflet which you have actually bought rather than giving a donation to charity, it’s a loophole. So anyway, I might be wrong. I just don’t like seeing people conned.

I got myself back into the music, after all me getting cross changes nothing. It took a while! I had couple of requests for Joni Mitchell songs today, she’s one of my favourite songwriters so it’s strange that I don’t. I’ll have to rectify that!

After playing at The Face, I thought I’d have a play at Cathedral Green but another busker was about to play. Instead I went up to Lloyd’s Lounge. I haven’t played there since it was redone. It’s a nice spot and I had some lovely comments.

So all in all a lovely day. My plan to get my husband some valve oil was scuppered by a wobbly wheel on my trolley; I was lucky to get it back in one piece to the car park.

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Heaven Can Wait

I spent a couple of hours playing in Looe again today. It was quieter than it has been; school starts this coming week.

Jerri played first while I spent a couple of hours in the park with the little one. I took over around 3. When I got to Bat Out Of Hell I smiled. It was always on the juke box in the Cabin Club and my friend and I ‘revised’ for our GCSEs on the beach with that on the boom box… haha!

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Small Town Girl

We’re on a sort of Working Holiday. Camping in an amazing campsite near Looe and busking.

Yesterday we were in Looe. My husband went first and charmed the locals and tourists alike with his amazing voice and trumpet. By the time it was my turn to play I admitted to our little girl that I was worried people might not like my stuff. She’s like a little one person cheerleading team, she was sure people would like it. I was also a bit on the back foot as this is where I grew up. Lots of memories, like most people, some of them good, some of them not so much!

I had already bumped in to an old school friend, we sat at the same table in top infants! And I’d popped in to see another school friend who I’d not seen since I was pregnant. That helped take the nerves away. As always though, once I start playing I lose myself in the songs and just enjoy it.

Today I was in Polperro while Jerri and our little one had a quiet day. I tried (unsuccessfully) to find the house my friend used to live in. All the houses in this part of the world seem to be clinging to cliff faces and ravines as if a giant picked them up and shoved them all in to the cracks; it’s beautiful. I played in the shade and it was surprisingly cold; I stoped when my fingers went numb! I loved it though. I shall get back.