So my busking adventures continue – I was at my second home, Bond St tonight – quite quiet, lots of small change dropped, but also lovely stuff like the lady who gave me a rose and the other who said I was the best thing she’d heard on the tube [compared to the coaches on…
Long-time readers here will have been aware of my plunking and warbling, but I’ve only recently been coming out of the ukulele closet more widely. My seesmic fun has been well-received but before all that started, I did an audition for a busking licence on London Underground and yesterday, I heard that I passed 🙂…
These boots were made for walking, but they were just sat on a wall in the back streets of Westminster the other day and just screamed “photograph me” when I walked past. Quite why I chose this pic to illustrate this post which is nothing more than a wrapper for another outing for my voice…
…is the alternative rendition of this little beauty (660kb 0:42) but here is a one chorus blast of the original. Not directed at anyone in particular (no, I haven’t been making any girls cry) just the first thing that popped into my head when I picked up my ukulele for a late afternoon recording session…