This was the sight that greeted me when I left my flat to head for work this morning:
I have seen these guys before, they play music and try to sell CDs on the streetcorner. Normally I just shake my head and wonder if the locals are puzzled by the Native American garb, but this morning, in honor of Pilgrims and Indians, it just seemed perfect. Now if only I could get my hands on a tofurkey… we gave up on a traditional meal and the Americans in my inner circle have agreed to congregate and order either pizza or Chinese.
6 responses so far ↓
Sarah // November 27, 2008 at 3:36 pm |
that must be a slightly surreal view! Nice meal choices…. were going for the pizza ourselves!
Iota // November 27, 2008 at 11:39 pm |
Do I spot some English drizzle, by any chance?
Almost American // November 28, 2008 at 3:26 am |
Perfect indeed!
Kurmudge // November 28, 2008 at 4:32 pm |
And it’s not like Squanto had never been in England: http://www.nativeamericans.com/Squanto.htm
cupcake // December 8, 2008 at 5:10 pm |
LOVE this.
Good things about England v1 « Not From Around Here // September 26, 2009 at 11:25 am |
[...] Buskers. Musicians. Mostly professional musicians, probably. In Minneapolis, where I hang my heart, the local street musician scene normally amounted to a guy with a saxophone playing bad “smooth jazz” standards on the street. In the UK, at least in the places where I’ve been, the street musicians are amazing. Recording contracts even come out of UK busking. Recording contracts for operat singer. In my local neighborhood, I have seen groups of buskers doing 8-part harmony. With dance moves. And CDs for sale. I have seen people singing opera, celtic fiddling, playing guitar, I have been awoken on more than one occasion by an accordion playing outside my window. I have seen fully supported 6-piece rock bands (with generators and full electrics), and tribes of people dressed as indigenous Americans making music . [...]