What are your irrational prejudices? I have some bonkers ones...

[Stub Mandrel]

My brother and his partner won a 'best newcomer' award in an Irish busking festival. 

[2pods]

There's a guy who "busks" in a local underpass who's guitar is well out of tune and doesn't sing.

He obviously can't play it, and just strums the open strings.

He uses his gig bag to collect money in, and has now kicked the bag into the centre of the underpass.

 

He's been doing this for the past four years and has stayed exactly the same 

 

Years ago, me and the singer of the then current band used to go busking on a Saturday with acoustics

Sometimes it was freezing and hard but Hifi Video recorders needed to be paid for 😁

[bnt]

^ that sounds like the guy Steven Wilson is singing about in Luminol, as he describes here.

 

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He’s the kind of guy who is so set in his routine that even death wouldn’t stop him. So I had this vision that he would drop dead one day, but the next day he’d be back in the same spot, playing the same songs, just like he always did. This kind of idea that somebody could be a ghost in life, as well as a ghost in death, somebody who’s completely ignored even in their lifetime — it hardly makes a difference; and death doesn’t make a difference, either; it doesn’t break the routine.

 

I previously commented on my irrational dislike for "the street" as a place, and busking ("street music") falls under that heading: it doesn't do anything for me. This even extends to the kind of "Live Music" I see advertised outside pubs here in Dublin. Just "Live Music", no elaboration required. It's basically busking indoors: the same old songs, played with no feel, just blasted out in to the ears of drunk people. The last time I found myself in such a place, late on a Friday night, I lasted about 1/2h before I made my excuses and bolted for the door.