Busked a little earlier this morning to catch the mellower 7:45 - 8:45am crowd at Brooklyn's Boro Hall 2-3 stop. Today I found the exact perfect sweet spot in the corridor that amplifies sound all the way out to the platform. I want to mark that spot with a red "X," or maybe a red ukulele. Perhaps a secret society of musicians would leave marks all around the city at the best spots. If you want in on this secret society, send me a message.

In terms of donations, I held steady freddy with a total take of $11.16 but a very gratifying and record-breaking three sequels, including a gentleman fully wired with a Secret Service-style curly earpiece and who wore dark sunglasses underground. He made a curt nod on his way to the platform; he replaced the nod with a generous smile on the way back. One very lovely blue-eyed lady from the UK said that I sound like the North Sea Orchestra (?). At least, I think that's what she said. If so, I appreciate the comparison to the sweet voice of their lead singer, and dream of the day when I too have a horn section and full chorus in my retinue. 

The $.16 came from a gentleman who dropped one thick handful of pennies into my case. That's a lot of pennies to come by these days, given that they're so often used to level wobbly tables, replace copper fuses, kai ta loipa.

Again, no one took me up on the sign offering SONG ABOUT YOU: $5. My sign might be too small. I do have extra poster paper lying around the house, but you and I both know the size of the sign isn't the problem. The problem is that people on their morning commute don't have time for it, no matter how excellent of a story they would make for this blog. I can't believe we hadn't thought of this sooner! 

Next: branching out into selling CDs OR the sweet siren song of licensed merchandise ...