Call Me Kotter

'Cos I'm back, baby.

It's been almost a month since I last went busking....a deleterious combo of work, the feeling that I should maybe exercise on occasion, and a lot of writing, has kept me away from the veritable sweat bucket that is the MTA in summer. But apparently nothing can hold me back forever.

I spent about two hours in the transit kiln last night, and made some pretty serious bank. Also got another dude give me the old Piano Man line "man, what are you doing here?" He talked about making some phone calls for me and hooking me up with whatever contacts he may or may not actually have...what I've learned in my time down there is that this sorta thing never happens. I've had at least five or six people tell me they're convinced they can further me along some path, and none of them returned my phone calls.

It makes me want to really push myself into the music scene more. You know: go for the gold and all that. I guess I'm not really sure how to do that. And I don't think my music is something that's going to resonate much with most people. Maybe I should pass out free demos in Times Square like those hip hop guys do. "Hey! Hey bro, you like over-sentimental, abstract folk music?" Yeah, probably not.

Considering an electric guitar if I end up with any extraneous birthday money soon. Or concertina. Or twenty jews harps.

The one downside to this move back to performing (albeit a gradual one) is that I've lost a lot of interest in the songwriting I was working on. It's always like that...swap out one thing for another. My brain just doesn't work in both modes at once. It does seem to be able to make sure I'm running Bit Torrent 24/7, however.