(Picture by Chris Cosby)
I keep meaning to post more blogs, but then I get overwhelmed with how much there is to possibly write, because I haven’t been posting regularly I feel theres so much backlog to catch up on. So instead of worrying about that, I’m going to do bite size blog posts when and where possible – then with any free time I’ll work on bigger blog posts.
So here goes some on the spot improvised writing, I guess all writing is improvised until you go back and make adjustments, maybe I shouldn’t make adjustments….a fast paced journal of my journey written during train rides and coffee breaks.
I’m currently on the train to Reading from Oxford – Oxford a place I cannot escape apparently. I keep coming back, it feels like home. The first time I came here I felt so welcome and relaxed, people here really appreciate my music and there’s a never ending array of different people visiting Oxford, so I get to reach out to so many countries, cultures and ages. Crowds of people gather to watch me play, dancing children and applauding my music – I can’t explain the amount of love there is here.
Yesterday whilst busking in Oxford (in the shade from this boiling sun – yay sun). An american came and spoke to me for ages after my performance,
“I’m John from South Carolina, but people call me Cheese”
“Nice to meet you cheese”
“I’m a musician myself, I’ve just been sat watching you for a while. The music you make and the love you put into it really shows, I feel we’ve connected on a whole different wave length. You know music really is a powerful language, an energy source unlike others. It’s a feeling that I can’t explain but the joy and love I get from it, is just magical, I teach people guitar for free back home, in hope that they too will experience this energy I get. That child who just stood and watched you play, may have been his first time ever seeing live music, he may one day pick up an instrument and be like you. This is why I love street music so much, you open up so many doors for people, yet they might not realise until days or years later”.
This was just brilliant, a truly wonderful encounter with such a wonderful person. We sat and spoke for ages about how much music means to children, and how it can affect their lifes. Cheese continued to say he would be sharing my music with America and that with what I can do, I can go anywhere I desire. – Thank you Cheese.
Busking in Reading for the first time was fun, it’s a place I’ve never really heard of, but someone who saw me in Oxford kept messaging me on Instagram, saying I had to go, mainly or her pleasure to see me perform again maybe and because apparently it’s got a vibrant busking scene – that I didn’t see, I didn’t see any buskers actually – maybe they’re all out enjoying the sun! But what better way to enjoy the sun, playing your own music to lots of new people, lots of smiles!
From this busk (so far – currently having a quick break – might go back to Oxford to busk or Basingstoke?), I picked up a party gig for a guy called Steve – he’s 40 Friday and is having a big party in Southampton and is putting on a ‘Jools Holland’ type show. Said I can come jam, do my thing and hang out of with a bunch of his musician pals! I’m glad I’m in the position where I can just go with the flow and say yes to these kinda gigs. When I did my first 5 week stint of a ‘busking tour’, I planned way too much and missed out on loads of cool opportunities because I had booked accomodation and travel in advance. So this time I’m living day to day and almost doing everything last minute – it’s fun, yet a little scary, but it opens many doors!
Gonna go busk again, the sun is calling me, “oi Jimmy, I ain’t shining this bright so yous can sit inside and enjoy chilling air cons, come out here and let me burn you up!” …… “sorry sun, gimme a min” ……. “kk, love you” …… “love you to sun”.