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It's their stupid sad eyes, makes me want to smash their guitar and stick it in their middle with you. Twats.
apat from the chap I once saw/heard singing Shakira sings in spanish.
There's one guy in Stockport who plays an accordian like he's never even seen one before. He can stay. The rest: unequivically twats.
Over a single wacky charity mugger, with their wacky hats and spinny clipboards.
There was a bloke with dreads and a head band tried to chug me today. I roundhouse kicked his stupid head off (I told him I was in a rush)
and always cheers me up;
i think it must take a lot of courage to busk so i respect them even when they're awful.
particularly the topman looking dude who has a bit of cardboard with some pretentious message on it along the lines of 'dare to be different' or some such bollocks. And he plays pop hits in an 'ironic' indie way.
twat. He probably posts on here. Hi twat !
Now face the wall and stop sobbing
good ones are good.
and perform to a bunch of people laying down in the sunshine, I would miss them to be fair... I don't care about the rest except for the Jimmi Hendrix guy at Churchill Square
If I want to hear you I'll hang around your fucking pitch. I don't want to hear your fucking caterwauling half way down the fucking road.
They should be burnt at the stake
outside of seeing Peter Gabriel live
in central London tube stations. Couldn't be much more from the heart.
He should do proper gigs if he's any good.
We forever trust in who we are.
Just because there's a lot of bad buskers, you hate it as a thing. I reckon the proportion of *proper* gigs (mainly someone playing to a group of their mates and the other acts' mates) that are shit is way way way higher.
I hate those guys as well
are infinitely worse. when i die i wanna be taxidermed, shoved in the middle of covent garden and left there until enough dunces have left enough money to pay for the funeral.
They provide quite a nice atmosphere.
with beautiful singing.
near charing cross tube.
brightened my day up.
and it's a torture gauntlet of the shittiest, most depressing buskers on earth.
I'd like to stroll along its length, casually strafing left & right with a flame thrower. But if it was just a case of knifing the worst five, I'd choose
** The ponytailed Chinese guy who sings FM radio "classic" love songs (Billy Joel, Willie Nelson, Chris Rea etc) in a thin, warbly tenor. He's a decent guitarist and obviously fancies himself a cut or two above the common run of buskers, when in fact he's the biggest twat alive
** The crusty three girls + two guys who sit cross-legged on the ground and sing chanty rama-lama-krishna type stuff, they've got an assortment of tambourines & shakers & zithers & pipes, probably imagine they're creating a peaceful & loving vibe when actually they just get in everyone's way and look like the fucking Manson family
** The white dreadlocked guy who plays didgeridoo thru a series of delay pedals and has a little blanket laid out with his homemade CDs for sale, calls himself "Xanqa"
** The white-faced mime guy, wears hobo clown clothes and if you're looking surly he walks along next to you for a few paces trying to cheer you up by smiling broadly & gesturing at his own face
** The inevitable Peruvian pan-pipe/guitar troupe. Pan pipes are the fucking worst
This is absolutely the worst time of year for them too.
like the really crusty, blackened, shit-caked hardcore variety, and he was busking outside a bank in the city.
When I say "busking", I mean he had his coat laid out on the ground and a plank of wood which he was holding like a guitar & silently flapping his hands over it, totally taking the piss. He had this cynical, contemptuous expression on his face, and everybody walking past was doing a huge double-take. Was pretty brilliant, to the extent that an insane homeless guy scenario can be said to be brilliant.
that used to busk in park street station in boston. he always wore a suit and sang along to a jukebox. his microphone was always way too loud and distorted. he's probably still there. his signature tune was "you are my sunshine."
There's bastards down there with harps.
Please do this
Black kid, hangs out in the subway, holds the bucket between his feet and whales away at it with a couple of sawn-off broom handles, lifts the bucket slightly off the ground with one foot & tilts it to get variations in timbre. He's fucking amazing, just this really aggressive sound, super loud & fast & echoing off the tiles, gets the adrenaline going. Definitely the exception to the Buskers = Shit rule.
He was in a movie a few years ago, just a cameo appearance in an incidental scene but he really stole the show. There are probably about a dozen imitators now.