I'm in downtown Baton Rouge,
and night is falling.
Last night, I made a daring run into the LSU campus, going behind buildings and staying in the shadows, where I found Howard and explained about my run in with the law "..Oh, wow!"
He lent me 5 bucks, and I had one beer and played across the street from the Varsity Theater. I thought I sounded pretty good, though not as loud as Leroy does when he plays; nobody came across the street to throw me anything, but I didn't care because sounding good is its own reward and practice makes perfect.
Things are not that great right now, and I might just quit. I don't even think my mom reads this blog anymore...
The day-to-day survival "holding pattern" of a homeless person is kinda interesting, until you realize it's like that song, "A Horse With No Name" or "The Edmund Fitzgerald" it goes on and on without going somewhere. Most blogs or books about a homeless person have some element of progress, such as, going from being a raw newb at being homeless to learning the ropes to getting that break (maybe a shop owner notices you do a good job cleaning yards or something) and they end up with some modest job and a room.
ReplyDelete(BTW this is what Horatio Alger's stories were about. The kid always worked hard, was honest, stuck it out over some time, then someone noticed they were a good egg and gave 'em a starting out job in the mail room or something.)
Since you seem to have been in the same holding pattern for years, I'll admit it's a pretty good blog, but the only conclusion in sight is that you'll get sick, injured, or enter the prison system somehow and that's depressing.
Hmm i dont know, when i started reading this blog you had 10000 or so viewers, and it has risen to almost 13000, so a lot of people are reading it. I dont know if you've seen some of the inane blogs out there, but yours is 1000 times better than hearing about someones cat getting a hairball or something. :P
ReplyDeleteFinals will be coming up soon there, and people are gonna get real surly and less inclined to toss you a buck. You might want to try a change of scenery.
A writer friend of mine told me about something called the "ultimate reader question" and that's simply the question that sucks the reader in: Does the guy get the gal. Do the astronauts get back from the Moon OK? Does the spy avoid capture? You kinda throw out one of these "ultimate reader questions" with your "streets to superstardom" blurb at the top.
ReplyDeleteThe thing is, and real life can be depressing this way, you're not any closer to "superstardom" than you were say a year ago. In fact you're further away, not taking part in any "open mic nights" at any coffee shops now.
Now my own blog is boring as hell and I may take it down because of that fact, because there's not all that much to learning the piano, even at age 50. Go through the book, do exercises, ask questions on Pianoworld, blah blah blaaaah. In fact I've joined Pianoworld and may get more out of just reading stuff there 99% of the time and occasionally posting a comment or question.
You basically need some kind of a "grand slam" where you have a place to live, and a good place to busk that pays off. I think that's possible out here in the SF area because I've seen it. It's not the glitzy places like Venice Beach, it's places where there are a ton of bored suburban people, the post office at Maude and Mary in Sunnyvale is an example. A busker can park there all day and make bank. And I know a ton of other places out here. Tons of places to camp, etc.