var title = 'Busker Central guitarman\'s Blog Feed';
		var url = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?page=&mode=&sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		var site_url = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers';
		var site_desc = 'Buskers and Street Performers';
		var time = 'Fri, 19 Apr 2024 08:09:45 +0000';

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		data[0]['title'] = 'Calling their bluff';
		data[0]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=18&sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		data[0]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&b=18&sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		data[0]['username'] = 'guitarman';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '18';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = '<img src="./images/smilies/sing.gif" alt=":sing:" title="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.<br /><br />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&#039;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&#039;t help her. She again requested me to move on and left with the satisfaction of having told me &#039;what for&#039;. I ignored her request and continued performing.<br /><br />As a mature busker, I had seen the like before. They have a problem with someone busking because they can&#039;t do it. After several other altercations, I had...<br /> <br /> <a href="http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&amp;b=18&amp;sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:43:04 +0000';
		
		data[1] = new Array();
		data[1]['title'] = 'Rivera Beach';
		data[1]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&amp;b=14&amp;sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		data[1]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&amp;b=14&amp;sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		data[1]['username'] = 'guitarman';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '14';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = '<img src="./images/smilies/guitar.gif" alt=":guitar:" title="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 &quot;Donations gladly accepted for munchies and strings&quot;. We made $12 and took off for much greener pastures down in the French Quarter.';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 27 Sep 2008 05:07:36 +0000';
		
		data[2] = new Array();
		data[2]['title'] = 'Hey - This is cool!';
		data[2]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&amp;b=5&amp;sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		data[2]['url'] = 'http://buskercentral.com/buskers/blog.php?u=55&amp;b=5&amp;sid=8b3a6ada3a9b815044f0340bc4b71d23';
		data[2]['username'] = 'guitarman';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '5';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'Wow...Me very own bloggggggggggggggggg  <img src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":lol:" title="Laughing" />';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 14 Sep 2008 22:26:05 +0000';