I have finally cracked this busking thing and am making my fortune. The trick is to play at night when the streets are quiet. This way I can drop that strummy REM song and play my finger-picky stuff (to use technical terms), so that the sound echoes off the beautiful medieval walls and makes everybody feel romantic and generous. Yee-hah. On Sunday evening I made €30 in two hours and last night I made €9 in just twenty minutes while I was waiting for Wies to get ready for the pub.
"It's because they feel sorry for you sitting on the streets on your own at night," he supposed.
"No it's not!" I said. "It's because of the music."
But that night a concerned-looking couple stopped to make 'eating' gestures with their hands and asked if I was hungry.
"I'm not homeless," I explained, patiently. "I'm making my fortune. And later on I'm going to use these coins to go and drink pink cocktails in the Captive Sailor."
And that's exactly what I did.
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Picture of the leprechaun-hatted busker, please.
ReplyDeleteThe leprechaun hat is for my waitressing job :(
ReplyDeleteOh no, not one bit ironic. Actually, do the Belgians do irony at all?
ReplyDeleteFinally catching up on you today, congrats on the move man!
ReplyDelete"Lola" by the Kinks is easy to learn, play that when a crowd of drunks stumbles by and you'll have your pink drinks paid for a week.
Well done you!!! :) I was with Add this weekend telling him how good you are getting on the guitar.
ReplyDeleteRe. Waitress outfits: Surely it can't be any worse than the green baseball caps and green and black striped aprons the Dill's Diner staff had to wear?
Yay!
ReplyDeleteFor the busking success and financial security, not the leprechaun hat.
Pink Cocktails at the Captive Sailor sounds like a gay, Belgian musical remake of Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle-Stop Café.
ReplyDeleteAnd did you take any sailors captive?
ReplyDeleteNo sailors taken captive as of yet. I did see a very nice one though. I nearly put a note in his pocket but I chickened out at the last minute.
ReplyDeleteDils Diner... the memories.
You're in Brussels - what the hell is going on?
ReplyDeleteあなたの精神年齢を占ってみよう！当サイトは、みんなの「精神年齢度」をチェックする性格診断のサイトです。精神年齢度には、期待以上の意外な結果があるかも？？興味がある方はぜひどうぞ
ReplyDelete今まで同い年や年下としか付き合ったことなくて疲れてしまいました…優しくリードしてくれるような大人の男性に憧れます。 ayu-cha@docomo.ne.jpよかったらメールしてみてください。
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