Monday, 17 August 2015

busking in Birmingham on a sunday afternoon

For years I've practised alone - in my car, most recently in my garage. Last year I played at several parties on Reunion Island and was very thankful for the positive response. After all I only improvize and I never play anyone else's music so when I play I am exposing my soul

I write this post with a heavy heart as yesterday I summoned the courage to play in public and I played for nearly an hour - some dazzling stuff - and I got nothing. Not a penny.

What can a man do. Give up? After 25 years of playing... No. Put it down to a bad day at the office. Have to

Anyway I just had to write about this - here on my blog that no-one reads. What an invisible life I lead

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