Wednesday 27 June 2012

June 27th, 2012

I played for a few hours in Gastown last Thursday, there was some kind of music festival going on, but I managed to snag a relatively quiet spot with good foot traffic while the performers were on their lunch breaks. One of the photographers hired for the event mistook me for a performer and took a few pictures of me while I was playing, they can be found here (I show up in pictures 48-51).
http://www.florianhossfeld.com/Music/Make-Music-Vancouver-2012/23653677_wfNVzV#!i=1921468670&k=cTjbWgw
I'm just getting over a nasty cold, but as soon as my singing voice is up to my usual standards I'll be sure to get some videos up.

Sunday 17 June 2012

June 17th, 2012

Played a couple of tunes at the Main Street car free festival today, very fun indeed, decent weather and very good people watching. One woman, who had clearly sampled the wares of the ample beer gardens  lining the streets, stopped by for a few minutes to back me up with some absolutely wild dancing and sporadic snapping and hollering. She was soon joined by the world's best breakdancer under five, who had yet to gain the spatial awareness that eventually rids children of their ability to fling their bodies around in a beautifully careless way. He was hardly phased when the woman enthusiastically proclaimed him "the coolest kid EVER!" He either knew already, or was simply too cool to care. The woman danced her way back into the crowd, and the little boy showed off another move or two before joining his parents at the neighbouring gelato tent. I finished the song I was playing, Jolene, if I remember correctly, then took a moment, before beginning the next one, to think about how much I love what I do.

Wednesday 13 June 2012

June 13th, 2012

Played for just barely an hour in my usual spot by the tour busses in Gastown yesterday, it's been so darned rainy lately that's usually about all I can manage. As I was walking back towards the train station, a man I thought I recognized approached me and said he was glad my leg was doing better (I've recently been freed from the cumbersome confines of the ludicrously oversized leg brace that had been holding my kneecap in place since I got back to the city). I smiled and thanked him, still unable to place him. It wasn't until I was riding the train back home that I realized he was the security guard for the touristy boutique across the street from where I play, I guess I hadn't been able recognize him without his uniform on.