Busker, Gene Coulon Park
There is something about hearing live music outside. We are so used to hearing the usual outside sounds, particularly at a busy park: kids playing, parents chatting, boats going buy, perhaps the happy noises of a family enjoying a meal together. Then a familiar, but out of the ordinary sound starts to drift through all that. At first, you think to yourself, “I hear a violin.” But it doesn’t really hit you for a minute that you really DO hear a LIVE violin, and it’s only 30 feet away.
He was a fiddler more than a violinist judging by the style he played his tunes: rough but melodic, more chords than single notes. This was the first time I’d seen him here at the park.
I have a bit of stage fright myself. It’s gotten in the way far too many times than I can count. So I thought ,”gee he really has guts to come down and play for a bunch of strangers.” But then I remembered that most people enjoy being performed to and are a lot more welcoming than I think. My mom taught me that.