Let me try to describe to you the difference between walking past a busker and hearing a few seconds of a performance by a person who is blissfully unaware that they are talent free and having to work for eight hours within earshot of them.
Imagine sitting at an hours long concert starring one or a succession of tone deaf, rhythmless, guitar or banjo players that couldn’t carry a tune in a suit case, might know 3 chords and mumble through lyrics of virtually unrecognizable songs. Imagine relentless monotonous repetitive drumming, maybe on drums, maybe on upside down plastic buckets—for hours—by somebody with stuff living in their matted white guy dreadlocks. Imagine these people having a repertoire of material that can be counted on one hand.
People, please! Before you toss in that coin, listen for a moment and ask yourself if you really want to support this kind of talent. Please! For heaven’s sake! Save it for the real musicians! I’m begging you!
By the way, I’m planning an enterprise of my own. I’ll be 20 yards down the street selling quarter-sized metal discs with ‘Get a Real Job’ stamped on them. Four for a dollar. And the beach version, ‘Get a Life’. —Staked Goat II
This article appears in Jun 9-15, 2011.
I like your idea SG. The best thing about your metal discs is that you can heat them up with a butane lighter and toss them at our pavement artistes and enjoy the really dope freestylin’ that is sure to follow. If you’re the same Staked Goat from the previous bitch do you perchance work for N.S. Power, because you describe my brother-in-law to a “T”
As far as my nickels are concerned, three chords and tone deaf trumps incoherency and reeking of enough lighter fluid to exude an azure flame with every breath anyday of the week.
Let me guess bibliomudgeon, you get to run the Barrington & Prince intersection obstacle course on a pretty regular basis I’m thinking.
At least they’re doing SOMETHING for the money other than just asking random people on the street.
OP comes across as a mean-spirited killjoy elitist asshole.
“listen for a moment and ask yourself if you really want to support this kind of talent”
“kind of talent”? What kind of talent? Oh right, the kind you personally don’t like.
So what do you (try to) play, snoop?
i feel for you goat, but halisux, being what it is. what else can you expect from these baboons?
Actually, I was formally trained and performed on stage for over ten years. Playing what instruments I won’t say because I’ve already told you people too much about myself. But if there’s one thing I hate it’s people who look down on others for trying to do something artistic and self expressive, even when it’s bad. Music is music, and no one gets good at it by not playing. Elitist musical snobbery is the worst. It’s one thing to not like someone’s music but it’s another thing to be a dick about it. If people stopped playing their music just because someone thinks it’s shitty then we wouldn’t have rock, blues, jazz, hiphop, punk, you name it. Telling other people that they shouldn’t support a particular street musician because they happen to hate their sound is just something I would expect to ooze out of the nozzle of a giant douche.
Actually, you sound like a bit of a pompous ass douche your own self.
At least we know who the OP is lol
Busk much snoop?
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Uhm, wtf does rain and winter have to do with any of this post??
PS- I agree with this bitch, and can relate it to my own industry. People paying for tattoos from scratchers and basement hacks because the professional shops are too expensive. You get what you pay for people! And you end up paying us anyway when you come to get your shitty work covered up.
So yeah- people here are cheap and don’t always understand that it isn’t necessarily a good thing.
Buskers don’t busk in winter or when it’s raining.
Many of these people aren’t musicians, they’re panhandlers.
snoop – “Playing what instruments I won’t say because I’ve already told you people too much about myself.” How will I ever complete my Details About snoop spreadsheet now? I need to know because I can tell you’re somebody really important. It really matters to me.
So far, from the details I’ve collected, my guess is you’re the world renowned Nova Scotian xylophone player, Lance Boyle.
Wow, I’m flattered Snubiz.
You are a dick, hahahahahahaha.
Simple solution OP, don’t give them anything. Busking is no different than begging. They need to get a real education and a real job.
four for a dollar ba ha ha ha I love this!
The beach version of the metal discs with Get a Life on them would be for the unbelievably pathetic metal detector people.
Sweet Jesus – make him STOP!