Busking demands daily physical activity. Every two hours or so one has to roll up the mat and move down the street. The art of busking means to be on sidewalk patrol all day long. Whether you run a mile or walk a mile you burn the same amount of calories. If you're a busker who is continually on the move, walking three to five miles a day, you're likely physically fit.
If you cannot laugh at your consumers, then what fun are they? On thickly traveled sidewalks, busking provides a laugh a minute. And whether you're laughing with them or at them, the therapeutic effects are the same.
Busking cannot ever be described as a vanilla vocation. All busks are adventures in new surroundings, all of which being sensory carpe diem grist for a song writer's mill. Though most of our sidewalk ditties are simply ear candy, the art and science of busking still provides a very copacetic and intellectually creative lifestyle.
Wherever you busk there is always a random array of Chaucerian characters, most of whom wanting to chat. According to Sam Keen, we are all of us, featherless storytelling, gregarious creatures. To be a great busker means to develop your charisma, then enjoy holding the daily court conversations in your buskingdoms.
Busking offers the perfect opportunity to balance your work day. Rise with the cockcrow and make your day! You can play instrumentals. You can strum and sing. You can even just play around if you want. Your busking day can an asunder of any fashion desired. I must caution, however, that I am not so struthious to think that playing devil-may-care each day could eventually result in becoming one of those tin-pot busking profanations who dutifully performs in drunken fashion in the fronts of liquor outlets.
Buskers are not representative of the button-down American corporate culture. Being a busker means living a life of voluntary simplicity. As for me, I could be content living in a broom closet, as long it had a shower and a cupboard big enough to boil my Adam's Ale for tea.
We buskers are all accursed, for we shall of our livelong days be on that road less traveled by, having polygamous flirtations with random participants in a variety of settings. In order to survive, we buskers, especially, must learn to love all the consumer imperfections that humanity has offer.
And on this very note, my favorite character for this week marching in the Chaucerian Parade is that juicy and flaxen jeune fille who directly addressed to me,
I think I'm in love with you!
Busking really ought to be a sin!