resonances

Ah, a sunny morning. A sunny winter morning, with slanted sun that doesn't seem to give any heat. Currently, a lovely lesson with a 62 year old lady who only ever played guitar for the first time three months ago or so and is getting on with it fantastically well. Later, I'll be calling at the Kentish Town City Farm, which is the charity that was voted by the audience last week in the concert at kajia's and hand over a cheque for half the proceeds of that recital -not a lot, a bit over a hundred quid but you should have heard the reaction of the member of staff I spoke to when I phoned.

I've been reading Amanda Palmer's 'The Art of Asking', in which the background theme is her having been a street performer -a 'bride' statue, for several years. Having busked in the London Underground in the '80s when it was illegal, etc her stories of being a street performer resonated enormously, as well as her taking apart the layers of insecurities that someone who performs or makes art inevitably has -barring extreme cases of conceitedness, I suppose.