It seems wherever I go now, I hear the gentle or passionate strumming of a guitar. Yesterday, I was going up the escalator at the Bridgeport station and I looked down and saw two young men jamming while waiting for the bus to take them to the ferry. I almost wanted to go back down that up escalator just to hear them. In Ocean Park, there is a gentleman who sits in different areas near the library who sits and plays a gorgeous tune everytime I hear him. Thinking he was busking, I almost put some money into his guitar case and he smiled and said "no." I've seen him since and he and I often say hello to each other or just smile. He was just playing out of love.
There was a busker last Saturday at Granville Island who was playing and singing and making some money, but what he did was add to the already positive feelings surrounding the market. People sat and ate their lunches, drank their coffees, or just sat enjoying the complimentary senses that made the environment so beautiful. Guitar and seagulls: a quite harmonious duet or quintet, depending on how many seagulls. I love to go there and I never feel bad at the end of a day.
I love that people are pulling out there guitars more and more, whether for bringing in money for themselves or just playing for the joy of it.
Keep strumming, people!