Wednesday, December 7, 2011

I Am

I have two broken strings, it is under 40 degrees out
there, and I lost my can opener, and the can of spinach
at the camp mocks me, along with the vinegar.
I might try to play something in the cold on the 4
string guitar. By the way, it's missing the "d" and the high
"e" strings. I am working on adapting 4 part hymns, out of
the hymnal at the mission,  and
playing them on the 4 string guitar.
The missing strings are actually the right ones to be
missing if you want to play 4 part peices on the guitar,
in my opinion.
Away working on a story...
I have been in Mobile three days, and have gotten a lot of writing done.
I have managed to play a few hours for very sparse "crowds," and have gotten 3 or 4 bucks each night.
The weekend is coming, promising some money, at least.
The weather turned cold yesterday. Last night was probably in the high 30's. I had enough insulation that I didn't need to put my jacket on inside my sleeping bag, but, it started to rain lightly, reminding me of why I had been planning to sleep at a different spot, one with an overhang.
I have broken 2 strings on the guitar. Getting strings is more of a hassle here, involving a bus ride.
I played the 4 string guitar last night and came up with some pretty decent stuff. I made 4 bucks.
Am spending 3 hours a day writing, which is what I came here for. I guess I can get by on 5 bucks a day.
Will have to return to New Orleans by the 20th.
The college national championship game is going to be at the Superdome. That might be my going away party, as I am thinking of heading west, and at least spending January somewhere warmer, like Tucson.
I have a few friends there, who could at least tell me where they have seen buskers play and not get run off before.
I think I will be looking for a job picking fruit soon, to come up with some things to make my life more comfortable and to give music a rest. When you start to get tired of things that you normally love to do, it stresses you a bit.
Maybe after filling 50 bushell baskets with kumquats, I will be more than happy to go back to music...

1 comment:

  1. I've long held the theory that the US living wage is going to end up being $10 a day. You're not even making that!

    Granted, I have to work pretty hard (and know a lot of shit) to make about that.

    I wish I knew how to SING and not have my voice wear out in like, 15 minutes. If I could SING w/o my voice turning into Instant Cream Of Crap, I'd go out and buy a friendly nylon-string guitar and go out and busk, singing, just to see how I do. I like to make up funny songs. I find the affliction hitting again, I just thought up one to the tune of "Duck, and Cover" but the words would be "Neeps, and Tatties!" It's be about an American kid going over to small-town England and coping with the food.

    I can sing a little at home and I think my voice sounds fine, it just has no lasting power. Does that mean I have to sing more to build it up?

    I can see that for myself, busking isn't going to be more than a very occasional thing. I guess I might as well do whatever I want to. I'll be my only audience (unless I can ever get YouTube going).

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