var title = 'Busker Central guitarman\'s Blog Feed'; var url = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?page=&mode=&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; var site_url = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers'; var site_desc = 'Buskers and Street Performers'; var time = 'Sun, 17 Dec 2017 10:40:07 -0500'; var data = new Array(); data[0] = new Array(); data[0]['title'] = 'Calling their bluff'; data[0]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=18&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; data[0]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=18&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; data[0]['username'] = 'guitarman'; data[0]['blog_id'] = '18'; data[0]['blog_message'] = ':sing: I remember I was busking on a popular outdoor mall at a commonly used pitch. As a muse, I played and sang between an outdoor cafe and restaurant. Buskers had used the stage for several years. I usually got a coffee at the cafe while on breaks and was familiar with the staff.

One day, a new staff member came outside and asked me to move down the way. When I asked the blond middle-aged woman why, she simply said she didn't appreciate me singing outside on a beautiful day while she slaved away inside. I told her it was my choice in life to busk rather than being a server and I really couldn't help her. She again requested me to move on and left with the satisfaction of having told me 'what for'. I ignored her request and continued performing.

As a mature busker, I had seen the like before. They have a problem with someone busking because they can't do it. After several other altercations, I had...

[ Continued ]'; data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 16 Nov 2008 21:43:04 -0500'; data[1] = new Array(); data[1]['title'] = 'Rivera Beach'; data[1]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=14&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; data[1]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=14&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; data[1]['username'] = 'guitarman'; data[1]['blog_id'] = '14'; data[1]['blog_message'] = ':guitar: Living out of my car, I was 26 on Rivera Beach in Florida. I was already hot in more ways than one. The police had already noticed me hanging out with my guitar and knew I was meeting girls and getting laid. Once, a cop came up on us knowing something was going on but found no evidence. It was inside my closed guitar case. Then, a jamming buddy made a sign and we crossed the street to an alcove between 2 restaurants. The sign read "Donations gladly accepted for munchies and strings". We made $12 and took off for much greener pastures down in the French Quarter.'; data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 27 Sep 2008 01:07:36 -0400'; data[2] = new Array(); data[2]['title'] = 'Hey - This is cool!'; data[2]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=5&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; data[2]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=5&sid=1a1e13b9cc6400f666a307a6010b4754'; data[2]['username'] = 'guitarman'; data[2]['blog_id'] = '5'; data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Wow...Me very own bloggggggggggggggggg :lol:'; data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:26:05 -0400';