Showing posts with label street performer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street performer. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I'm Not That Kind of Street Worker


One of my favourite things about being a busker is telling people about my job. When I meet someone I get to tell them I’m a street performer or if I'm feeling cheeky I'll say I'm a street worker. It’s fun to watch people nod politely.

When I met Los Angeleno Christina in Kuala Lumpar, I told her that I was a street worker. The conversation moved on before I could explain what I meant. After spending 2 days together, my travel companion Hannah told me she suspected that Christina thought I was a prostitute. I decided to confront her over dinner one night.

"Christina, do you think I'm a prostitute?"
"What? Ummm.. no... I don't think you're a prostitute... I mean not that there's anything wrong... you know if you were... but... you're not.... are you?"
"No."
She looked relieved.
"I just blow boners on the street for money."

A few weeks later I was making my way to the bus station in Melaka when a man on a motorbike pulled over and asked where I was going.
“To the bus stop” I said
“Turn left, over the bridge, keep walk 5 minutes. I give you lift.“
I uncharacteristically declined the offer (be proud Mum)
“Where you go today?” he asked
“Singapore”
“Ooooh Singapore, you have money for Singapore?”
“What? Oh yes I have money”
“You want money? I give you money”
“No I’m fine thankyou”
“500!” he said
“Ummmm No thanks”
“I give you 500, all you have to do is give me nice sex”

500 Malaysian ringit is about AUD170, if he was talking about Singaporian dollars, that’s more like AUD400, a hell of a lot better than the last offer I got.

I wasn’t looking so great; falling apart fisherman pants, a baggy tie dye t shirt, a giant backpack and I was dripping in sweat. That didn’t stop him from hunting me down at the bus station and offering me 1000. There really are so many career opportunities out there for Arts graduates.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Cleaning Up My Act

I wandered down to Old Montreal looking for somewhere good to busk. I found a nice place where a gold Elvis statue-man was finishing up.

A few hours later, as I was getting ushered away from my spot by the police, I saw the statue guy again. He asked if I wanted to join him for a beer.

It turns out he's been a professional street performer for the last 12 years. He spends his summers in Montreal and goes down to Florida in the winter.

He looked at me seriously across the table.
"You should get a funny hat" he said
"What?"
"A funny hat. Or oversized sunglasses. It will make the kids stop. Kids bring parents. Parents bring money."
"Oh. I never thought of looking funny..."
"You already look funny. Little girl, big trombone. It's funny. You just need one more funny thing. I throw beads. It doesn't really make sense; an Elvis throwing beads, but when people catch the beads, they give me money. You see?"

I did. I do. I need to to rethink my act. Maybe the young thing isn't the way to go. Maybe I should forego the pigtails for a sombrero or something? I am now taking your suggestions.