Hello, Pickers! Call me crazy, but I like busking–I don’t get much money, but the reason I do it is (a) to get practice in front of real live people and (2) I like seeing people smile when they recognize the tunes. I’m only good enough to play silly campfire singalong songs: Doggie in the Window, Camptown Races, Oh Susannah, Alouette, and so forth.
I’ve got a bluegrassy version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star I do, over which I have a patter about getting three songs for the price of one: Twinkle Twinkle (I sing the words “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”…) and the Alphabet Song (then I finish that phrase with “H, I, J, K, L-M-N-O, P”…). But wait, that’s not all–then I sing a line of “Baa Baa Black Sheep.”
Anyway, I’ll be busking at Birmingham’s Pepper Place this Saturday, and then in Tallahassee, Florida, later this month.
So, am I an idiot for busking. The good news is I haven’t been arrested–yet.