This time I’m driving down to 6th St. and I roll my window down.
“Man, it’s too cold” I think. “ I should go back home to get a pull-over.”
Then I thought, “I can’t whimp out two times in a row, especially since
this is gonna go on a blog.”
So, I stuck it out and when I parked I saw a fellow bucket drummer
on 5th street.
I asked him how often he does this…his response- “Every time I’m starving.”
I asked “How often is that?” He replied “Every other day.”
He said he got arrested the last week because he was blocking the street
and because he didn’t have a permit.
Great, this is what I’m about to do too. I’m excited now.
It actually wasn’t that bad.
I played two sets that lasted from 11pm -11:40pm.
My first set was interrupted by two security guards
who told me I need to get off the property.
I didn’t mind bc they were nice but they could have at least
waited until I finished my set.
RESULTS:
-I learned there’s a couple spots not blocking the sidewalk and
not private property.
-I learned it’s not as scary as I thought. I actually got some good
practice time in too. “Practice in Public” -My new favorite thing to do.
-Recognized one person (bass player I saw play with Scott Laningham
at the Elephant Room last night).
-A few pretty girls smiled at me. (Building ego works too if I don’t get paid)
-Saw two other bucket drummers.
(Both definitely needed the money more than me. Or at least a shower)
-Got FIVE Bucks!
Yay! This will go to pay for the bucket I was braking and a new box!
Mission Accomplished. Kind of.
