First rule of busking? Play something familiar. A song people might recognize, maybe sing along to. You want them to like you, to drop money in your hat / guitar case / tupperware container. You want them to come back the next day and listen again. Right?
Try telling that to the busker that’s taken up residence in the subway next to my train station. He breaks all the rules, and then some more.
It adds fun to the morning, though. In the short distance from when I first hear him, to the time I emerge from the subway and leave him behind, I can puzzle over which song he’s murdering today. His guitar work is impressive. He finds notes and chords I didn’t know existed, and as for his singing style… Bob Dylan at a high pitch screech. He plays and sings with such gusto, you have…
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