Street artist
Jun. 19th, 2001 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gerbieIn Perth I have seen him twice now and he fascinates me. Usually artists playing the street are reasonably good artists, playing an instrument or showing a skill. This one isn't. I don't want to say he's bad, but he doesn't do anything but sing. And not even very good.
He's only there on nice days, because he has to take his whole mini-set with him. He has bought some CD's meant for Karaoke and then plugs in his microphone and sings. If his voice was brilliant, he would have gotten away with it, but now he only gets pityfull looks, although I can imagine that he makes more because people feel sorry for him.
He must be well into his forties, always wears the same sweater and moves around on his tennis shoes as if he's performing in a theatre. His choice of songs is peculiar to say the least. Today I saw him twice. The first time he was singing Sultans of swing by Dire Straits, after that Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty. Both songs with long instrumental solo's, through which he just stands, moving slightly to the music, waiting for his next line to come up. Last week he murdered Imagine and some other old classics.
He reminds me of some of the contestants on this BBC-series 'Don't give up your day job', a show that was aired a couple of years back in which none of the participants had any talent, and the only purpose of the show was to take the piss out of them, even though they hoped that this could be their major breakthrough.
I haven't given him anything, as I am running out of cash rapidly here, but I guess the next time I see him I should. Just for the effort. I feel to sorry for him to play the old joke and ask for a request: please shut up for a while.
He's only there on nice days, because he has to take his whole mini-set with him. He has bought some CD's meant for Karaoke and then plugs in his microphone and sings. If his voice was brilliant, he would have gotten away with it, but now he only gets pityfull looks, although I can imagine that he makes more because people feel sorry for him.
He must be well into his forties, always wears the same sweater and moves around on his tennis shoes as if he's performing in a theatre. His choice of songs is peculiar to say the least. Today I saw him twice. The first time he was singing Sultans of swing by Dire Straits, after that Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty. Both songs with long instrumental solo's, through which he just stands, moving slightly to the music, waiting for his next line to come up. Last week he murdered Imagine and some other old classics.
He reminds me of some of the contestants on this BBC-series 'Don't give up your day job', a show that was aired a couple of years back in which none of the participants had any talent, and the only purpose of the show was to take the piss out of them, even though they hoped that this could be their major breakthrough.
I haven't given him anything, as I am running out of cash rapidly here, but I guess the next time I see him I should. Just for the effort. I feel to sorry for him to play the old joke and ask for a request: please shut up for a while.
