I used to receive sixpence to put in the silver salver, passed from pew to pew amongst the congregation of Llansteffan church, as a boy. My donor’s role mystified me. Was I giving on my parent’s behalf? Was I meant to pretend to be generous with my pocket money?
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| The blues in Ludlow courtesy of Reverend Ferriday |
This Sunday, tho’, I’m happy to pop 50p (is that a 200% hike on the old sixpence?) in the plate of Reverend Ferriday, busking with his steel guitar in Ludlow Market Square. (myspace.com/revferriday)
I’ve been playing round the corner from the Reverend. While an endearing 18 month-old performs a slow dance to Ain’t Misbehaving, and I’m photographed five times, my playing is weak and woolly. That darned reed needs replacing.
Buskers are friendly towards each other. (Nice guy with a violin, dog and roll-up in Leominster last week told me: “Give us half an hour mate, then you can have this pitch.”) The Reverend and I agree: today’s a lovely Ludlow day. Plenty of people and the sun’s shining.
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