busking, Life, music

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.

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Love

Yesterday I played in Truro. I had been out on a night out at Bone China the night before, gotten drunk on a single cocktail and eaten some wonderful food. As always though I woke early.

My husband had got the low down on busking in Truro from our good friend Andy Marshall. I got the bus into town early and there he was at Highcross. Very kindly he suggested we share the pitch, which we did.

I had a ball! It was a wonderful warm day and family and friends came out to see me. While I was playing a lovely little girl a bit younger than my own, was watching me with her nana. For what I could tell she kept making her nana come back. After 3 or 4 tines I beckoned the little girl over and gave her a CD. She looked delighted.

After I had finished playing, I went for coffee with my family and friends. Just as I sat down I noticed the same little girl coming over. She had drawn this picture. My heart melted. She gave me the biggest hug, and later came over with the CD. I signed it and she gave me another hug; what a wonderful moment.

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Strange day

I was in Newton Abbot today it drizzled all day. I know I always go in about the weather but it’s pretty important to the busker!

Anyway, the town centre was pretty empty – no surprise there, who goes into town unless they have to on a rainy day? Thing is, I was there already, it wasn’t raining hard and I wanted to try out some songs. Also my wonderful husband had restrung my guitar so it was sounding lovely. I’d played maybe 5 songs when an older gentleman took a bad fall in the street. A whole bunch of us went over to help and the paramedics were there shortly. So he was on my mind.

After that it took quite a while to get into my stride. Actually I don’t think I did, between that and the rain it felt almost like I was outside of myself somehow. So I cut it short. Packed up, allowed the guitar to ‘air’ in the van, bought the girl new wellies and some bedding for the gerbils then back home to get the washing in. Some days are like that.

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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…

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Here comes the sun 🙏🏼

Yey!!!! It’s Finally beginning to feel a bit like spring…. today I went out without a hat!!! Only 5 layers!!!! I didn’t have to stop because my fingers froze, I could press down properly on the strings.

The Barry Manilow is going well (Copoacabana) and also ‘Moon over Bourbon St’ – good to be singing some new material. Still not entirely comfortable with ‘How deep is your love’ but getting there!

Looking forward to a weekend in Bath with my husband and the girl and also a bit of busking too. Let’s hope the weather stays nice!

busking, music, street life

Bring Me Sunshine

It was really quiet in town today.  I had no real plan about where I wanted to play except I didn’t want to play the same pitches I played last week and the the most of the other pitches were in the shade. It’s been a long cold winter and on such a lovey sunny day I couldn’t bring myself to play in the shade.

I’ve seen other buskers playing by the poetry pyramid in town, it can knock out a few of the other nearby pitches but there were no other buskers in town. It was bathed in beautiful early spring sunshine and I thought I’d give it a go. I’m usually the first in town as I come straight in from the school drop off and often I’m finishing more or less as others arrive so I figured it would be ok.

It felt strange to be standing in this new spot; I FaceTimed my husband who was playing Newton Abbot and showed him the various Vistas. He’s been busking for over 3o years and is a bit of hero wherever he plays so I trust his experience.  I went and got a coffee and played facing up the high street.

It was wonderful playing with the sun of my face. When I start playing I always wonder if I’ll make any money at all but you can’t think like that.  That’s one of the (many) things I love about busking; no one has to give you anything. Some people were sitting waiting for their bus they were clearly enjoying it.  Some people gave some pennies, some didn’t. It’s not about that. It can’t be about that.  You stop enjoying it, half an eye on the case, not fully inhabiting the songs; It feels horrible. So I don’t look in the case, I always say thank you, I live in the song that I’m singing. Even better today was that my  hands weren’t cold, my fingers didn’t hurt, I was without that distraction so I could just sing and play. I really enjoyed myself.

Towards the end of my set I saw Stripey and later Jamie come in to town.  It put me off my stride a little as I wondered if I was raining on their parade, like I said, it can knock out a couple of pitches and I don’t want to make things difficult. However we’er on pretty good terms I think they didn’t come over so I figured they found somewhere and anyway I knew I would be leaving town shortly to get ready for the pick up.

I finished with Should I Stay Or Should I Go… It makes me smile. I packed up and the street was as if I had never been there. I like that