My fav Adelaide buskers
People often say they see me walking around Uni and that when they yell out to me I seemingly just ignore them. I’m not ignoring them; chances are that I am in my own little musical world recreating something like the Bittersweet Symphony film clip. Thanks to my I-pod I’m often oblivious to the world around. One thing I always keep my eyes and ears open for however are buskers. I have a few favorites that I have seen on the streets of Adelaide who always get a little bit of my change.
Perhaps Adelaide’s best busking location is just outside the Adelaide Casino and Railway Station. It gets all the commuters going to and from work in the city and also the gambling crowd hoping for a bit of good karma before entering the casino. When he is playing I always make sure I drop a $2 coin in before heading in to play some blackjack. The guy who would now be nearing 50 is a talented guitarist and also has a fair nearly nice voice. He however does have a limited range of songs; just about every time I have passed he has been playing Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin, or Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles. I am convinced he must know the song better than George Harrison ever did with the amount of times I’ve heard him play it.
The second Busker is one that has a target audience, drunken people. He locates himself outside The Grand, a popular nightspot down Glenelg. As hordes of young drunken people make their way down the road to get a yiros they pass him, the drunker you are the more loose change you gave it seems. One night on a mate’s birthday a mate and I spent several minutes dancing and singing along to Wonderwall and Strawberry Fields and throwing in everything we had. It may have not been enough to put his kids through University but I’m sure we were his highest paying customers that night.
The last busker is one again with a prime location, outside Hindly Street TAB betting agency. His guitar case sits out in front of him and sits on a little stool. He plays the guitar about as well as me, shockingly and has a rough voice to match. I have never recognized a song that he has been playing but his enthusiasm wins most people over and many of his customers are regulars. Again as with the first busker perhaps he takes advantage of those looking for some good karma. Eventually he packs up, puts his days earnings in his pocket and two minutes later he is inside the TAB cheering on a horse or a dog as it runs around the track. His punting ability is much better than busking and on several occasions I’ve seen him pick some decent winners. Who needs a 9-5 job when you can do that?