Wednesday 10:40pm – 1am
Results:
-5 cents
-Made some new friends- Mitch, Josh, Leroy…
And I forgot the other people’s names.
-Jammed with Leroy who plays guitar and sings and
has been busking (playing on the street for tips) for 5 years
while traveling.
-A Lady and her husband bought me and Leroy
chips, cheese sticks, soda and a water.
She said itās not out of pity but to support fellow human beings.
Then they Jammed on my bucket and Leroyās guitar.
-Some guy came up to me and said āyouāre new. Whatās your name?ā
I didnāt say anything but kept playing and he said,
āIāve been here for five years and Iāve never seen you before.
Youāve got some nice beats for a white guy.ā
Tuesday
10:40 – 11:40pm
Results:
– $1.75 (from two people)
– A couple of āthank youās.ā
-Numb hands because itās cold
-Helloās from my new security guard friends.
I got a new bucket with the $5 from last night.
I even splurged and got some duck tape ($7 total).
It didnāt help the amount of money I got tonight though.
I better start thinking of this bucket drumming more as
Practice time than pay. Because thatās what this is turning out to be.
Ya, Iāve only played on a Monday and Tuesday night so far.
But hey, $1.75 is not even minimum wage.
This isĀ accomplishing some things though:
-Iām getting better at long solos/beats.
Sometimes when I practice itās just a random mess and nothing
is connected. But I canāt do that if Iām performing.
-Iām playing to a metronome so my sense of playing to it is getting better.
-Getting better at improvisation. Iām making this up as I go.
I noticed Iām repeating things though.
-Practicing my āshowy-nessā
I noticed people treat me differently depending on how I look
at them or if I smile or not.
-I’m learning how to learn something new while I perform.
If I mess up Iām not going to stop but repeat the mess up
to make it look like I did that on purpose.
-Iām learning what captures attention.
-getting softer
-going slower
-stopping/pausing
(opposite of what I think sometimes- louder, faster)
I guess getting louder and going faster holds attention
but first you have to capture it (maybe).
And Iām going to start counting phrases and do this
more structured.
haha.
This time Iām driving down to 6th St. and I roll my window down.
āMan, itās too coldā I think. ā I should go back home to get a pull-over.”
Then I thought, āI canāt whimp out two times in a row, especially since
this is gonna go on a blog.ā
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- āEvery time Iām starving.ā
I asked āHow often is that?ā He replied āEvery other day.ā
He said he got arrested the last week because he was blocking the street
and because he didnāt have a permit.
Great, this is what Iām about to do too. Iām excited now.
It actually wasnāt 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 didnāt mind bc they were nice but they could have at least
waited until I finished my set.
RESULTS:
-I learned thereās a couple spots not blocking the sidewalk and
not private property.
-I learned itās not as scary as I thought. I actually got some good
practice time in too. āPractice in Publicā -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 donāt 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.