This bit of snow graffiti suggests
a fine title for a love song, but the weather militates against getting out
there and playing.
Since most street instruments – string,
wind, percussion, key – demand dextrous finger-play, winter weather presents a
serious challenge to the busker. Perhaps it’s best to abandon the streets to
the carollers who are about to descend.
I’m busy drawing up a quote to
provide street music at a Shropshire garden event next summer. Ah a warm garden
in August, the sounds of the birds, the bees and the blues.
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