A Busking Reality.

I'm beginning to believe that busking is the last pure music, an honest relationship between performer and audience. No money changes hands until the music has been heard. The busker doesn't have to sell tickets, beer, advertising, himself, it's just him, the street stage and the people, simple, honest.

I've worked as a dishwasher, many years ago. Dirty dishes in, clean dishes out, an hourly rate, honest work and harder than it looks. Most new dishwashers last one day, those that can do it don't need to sell themselves to an employer, just turn up and do it. I crave that simplicity in my life. The most content man I've known was a seventy year old Maori dishwasher, he laughed at all my desires, eat, love, sleep, work, simple.

I'm in a new city, a new relationship, a chance to start something new. I wonder if I start with the simple honesty of a dishwasher, a busker, what will follow? If I don't try to sell anything, just play and allow the wheels of commerce to turn around me if they will?

I wonder what will happen? I'm thinking only good things.

Parkstreet.
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