Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Friday, June 8, 2012

Busker

I work in North Sydney, which frankly is a place without a lot of..ahem..soul.  When people aren't there for work, it's pretty much a ghost town. There's not a lot of interest or culture, just a lot of business and busyness.

So, I was pretty delighted this morning to walk out of the station to find a busker.  In North Sydney. Seriously.  Certainly makes a nice change from ten people trying to force Priceline pamphlets into your hands, or try and get you to sign up to Fitness First.

He was a young guy with a guitar and harmonica knocking out some Bob Dylan songs, and he was actually really good. He was standing in a busy spot, competing with lots of people, and noisy busses pulling in, but his voice was strong and clear enough to cut through all the hubbub. I stuck around for The Times They Are A'Changin' and All Along The Watchtower, and only left because my bus pulled in. The lyrics were making a lot of sense to me in that time and place, and I was said to leave.

Thanks, busker guy, you made my morning.

4 comments:

Sarah said...

I just went to "Like" this post. I've obviously been brainwashed by facebook.

Anyway, I really like this post. Buskers make me happy (even if they're below average, in some strange way). And that's coming from the girl who grew up with her January's consumed by buskers.

Ben McLaughlin said...

thanks for 'liking' in spirit:)

Elsie said...

Hey, I'm in North Sydney too! We should do coffee or lunch sometime.

Ben McLaughlin said...

Sounds like a good plan, Elsie!