Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Street Musician

Johnny Irish, they called him and few, if any, claimed to know his real name. Banned from driving thanks to his irregular epileptic episodes, he cycled through the streets with a fiddle and a banjoleli in twin panniers, hoping to supplement his meager invalidity pension with a few coppers (though preferably silvers and golds) from passers by.

He played Irish and Bluegrass, Classical and Cajun and if a bunch of children danced without a penny to put in his fiddle case, their smiles were payment enough.

It took him almost a year before he worked out traffic islands were mightily scarce with regards to pedestrians, for all the tooting of horns as the cars drove past.

Image: The Cajun Fiddle [With CD]

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4 comments:

aims said...

Love the image! (you knew I would though)

Johnny Irish - there's a chap who rides past my brother's place every daily with his guitar on his back. He tried a horse tranquilizer in high school - his marks went from 99% to almost nothing afterwards. He's a ward of his sister's now.

It's a good thing it's a small town - no traffic islands to figure out.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Poor chap!

stephanie said...

I suspect Johnny Irish is a rather contented man. Lucky bloke.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I think he probably is :)