Sunday, September 10, 2006

At South Station, an elderly gentleman tossed some coins into my case and said "You're just what I needed this morning."


A family consisting of (I think) Mom, Grandma, and two small boys, hung out in the Public Garden for probably about half an hour, listening and dancing, and an unrelated woman videoed the very small boy dancing by himself.

And by "dancing", I mean "bouncing up and down in place with a huge grin." Very cute.


I started busking in April, when the weather was still fairly raw. I'll be interested to see how long I can stay outside until my fingers start freezing too much and I'll be driven underground. I have a friend who can knit hand wraps, which leave the fingers free, and I don't think they're too bulky to play in, but I should have her make me a pair and see how well they work.

Grasshoppers fiddle the spring and summer away and starve in the winter. Ants work all summer so they have food in the winter. Fiddlers keep all playing the year 'round to bring music to you, the people of Boston, whether you want it or not.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Were you in Park Street today? I heard fiddling but I was on the wrong side of the train to see who it was. I think I hear Klezmer, which made me smile.