We’ve all passed a busker standing in the street, trying to be heard above the noise.
In London, you usually catch them playing in the tiled tunnels of the Underground. Tiles give a great acoustic, especially if you are a little rough around the edges, which let’s face it, most buskers are.
No doubt you’ve passed one who has caught your ear with something a little more tuneful than most. Something a little special about them that made you toss a coin or two in their direction.
Perhaps you even stopped to listen at a comfortable distance.
But – as far as gaining an audience goes – the Underground is not the kind of place where people tend to linger. After all, there are trains to miss, carriages to squish into, and fat rats to spy scurrying underneath the rails. (At least, this is what happens in London.)
But what if the busker was really, really good? I mean, seriously talented. Would a crowd begin to gather, travellers clinging to the tiles to listen to the sheer gorgeousness being played by the unlikely maestro?
Surely, with such talent, the trains could wait? continue reading…
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