"First down inside the 10. A score here likely puts us in the Super Bowl. Cooper is far to the left as Njoku settles into the slot. DPJ is flanked out wide to the right. Chubb and Moore are split in the backfield as Watson takes the snap ... Here we go."
This past Summer, there was a national phenomenon involving "fake buskers."
For those unfamiliar with the term 'busker,' here is an efficient, two-sentence description: A 'busker' is a street performer who brings his/her product to The People to a public place. Patronage is immediate: a passer-by might toss the coins from his pocket (..and perhaps some 'folding money' as well) into an open guitar case, etc.
We've all seen these fellow humans, in our day-to-day. Buskers. They have a name.
So... I went to my local Target last Summer to buy something that is already unimportant to me... and this attractive, 20-something young lady, dressed in the latest, coolest 21st c. version of "Sexy 2020's BoHo Chic" style, is dragging out Franz Schubert's "Ave Maria" (don't sweat the title- there's no quiz at the end of this post, and if you've ever been to a wedding, you've prob heard it more than once-).
I go in, make my purchase, pull out of my parking spot, and slow down, as I approach her performance station. I pull into an open space nearby, and place my whip in 'park.' Her current tune was something by Celine Dion.
It took about 5 seconds to see that this fetching young lady knew two essential things:
1. how to operate a loudass public karaoke machine in a parking lot. 2. how to draw a straight bow across an unplugged electric violin.
The entire thing was cheap theatre, designed to separate rubes from their hard-earned. In a department store parking lot. Almost none of her gestures came close to what real music-making looked/sounded like.
I pulled out, without tossing this comely grifter so much as a farthing from my car's coin trough. The internet was right, that day. I witnessed it for myself, in my own back yard. |
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The following example is the exact opposite of that abomination I witnessed last Summer.
This young lady is extensively trained, and plays at a very high level. She prepared this presentation with hundreds of hours of work, and now can take this 'impromptu street show' anywhere she wants, knowing that she can kill it any time, anywhere.
This spring someone was playing in my Kroger parking lot. Pretty big lot and strip here in the Coventry part of the Wayne. Jumped out about 100 yards from where I could hear it but couldn't see through the sea of cars, as it begins to register, "Queen on the Violin?"... I headed into the store. As I'm hitting the door my mind is already racing... "get in and get out, so you can see where this amazing music is coming from!" I'm also wondering why someone so talented is playing in a Kroger parking lot.
I got out of the store and it was gone. I was literally heartbroken. It's not in my DNA to walk by without a smile, thanks, and some coin. It's weird to explain, but it's almost embarrassing to me when someone is playing "in the street" and people walk by with nary a nod of appreciation. Not only that, but I really wanted to hear more. I would be the guy whose wife calls 45 minutes later like "where the hell are you?" "Watching someone play violin in the parking lot, duh."
So I skimmed your post, and went on a mad internet race to find Kirsti. I'm reading her creds and thinking "why would she be playing in a Fort Wayne parking lot?" 🤣
I come back and actually read your post, and hung my head. Is there no sanctity left in the world?? Let the air right out of my balloon. Dissapointed that I probably had some fake-ass musician, in my parking lot, I head back to the Tube.
Yep, I'm just going to convince myself it was him so I can sleep at night. Although I'll still have bad dreams about a generation of kids who will walk by, now with even less respect, as they explain to their friend under their breath that it's "probably fake".
When going to Nashville I see a lot of this. Don't get me wrong, they're certainly not attempting to perform Ave Maria. lol
Some deserving and some just grifters. In Nashville it's just a case of so much talent with only so many venues. So you'll find more gems than one might think here as it pertains to street performers.
Intoducing for The Cleveland Browns, Quarterback Deshawn "The Predator" Watson. He will also be the one to choose your next head coach.
Once upon a time, there was a metal/hard rock/sleaze band from Youngstown named WhiteNoise that used to destroy "White Punks", metal style, at Filthy McNasty's in Kent.
Man, I remember McNasty's. I used to go to Heavy Metal Sundays when I worked in Ravenna.
Micah 6:8; He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.
John 14:19 Jesus said: Because I live, you also will live.
Daughter and me saw Pop Evil, Fame on Fire, and Lylvc Tuesday at the Bluestone here in Columbus. It’s always nice to get surprised by an opening act:
This past Summer, there was a national phenomenon involving "fake buskers."
For those unfamiliar with the term 'busker,' here is an efficient, two-sentence description: A 'busker' is a street performer who brings his/her product to The People to a public place. Patronage is immediate: a passer-by might toss the coins from his pocket (..and perhaps some 'folding money' as well) into an open guitar case, etc.
We've all seen these fellow humans, in our day-to-day. Buskers. They have a name.
So... I went to my local Target last Summer to buy something that is already unimportant to me... and this attractive, 20-something young lady, dressed in the latest, coolest 21st c. version of "Sexy 2020's BoHo Chic" style, is dragging out Franz Schubert's "Ave Maria" (don't sweat the title- there's no quiz at the end of this post, and if you've ever been to a wedding, you've prob heard it more than once-).
I go in, make my purchase, pull out of my parking spot, and slow down, as I approach her performance station. I pull into an open space nearby, and place my whip in 'park.' Her current tune was something by Celine Dion.
It took about 5 seconds to see that this fetching young lady knew two essential things:
1. how to operate a loudass public karaoke machine in a parking lot. 2. how to draw a straight bow across an unplugged electric violin.
The entire thing was cheap theatre, designed to separate rubes from their hard-earned. In a department store parking lot. Almost none of her gestures came close to what real music-making looked/sounded like.
I pulled out, without tossing this comely grifter so much as a farthing from my car's coin trough. The internet was right, that day. I witnessed it for myself, in my own back yard. |
______________________
The following example is the exact opposite of that abomination I witnessed last Summer.
This young lady is extensively trained, and plays at a very high level. She prepared this presentation with hundreds of hours of work, and now can take this 'impromptu street show' anywhere she wants, knowing that she can kill it any time, anywhere.
I present to you, The (buskers) Real Deal.
If people don't know who buskers are, they shouldn't be on a music thread. That is the most basic form of music performance on earth.
Every year we have a Busker Festival here in town. It's great. Food trucks, beer and wine vendors and a whole bunch of folks putting out their music. I stuff my pocket with $100 of $5 bills to drop in their instrument case, jar, bucket, whatever. It's a great time.
If everybody had like minds, we would never learn.
Van Morrison is one of my favorites. I've been spending more time looking for new artists these days. We're both far more old school so there isn't as much newer music I like that much but I REALLY like this group!
Intoducing for The Cleveland Browns, Quarterback Deshawn "The Predator" Watson. He will also be the one to choose your next head coach.
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