MBTourA: Finding my sea legs at Boylston Outbound
I've felt anxious and self-conscious about busking, but yesterday's busking sesh went reasonably well by various measures. I felt more confident, I didn't screw up my songs too badly, AND I doubled the amount of money I made. Since I was on a roll, and since my afternoon was pretty open, I decided to busk at Boylston outbound. Since Christmas decorations were set up on the Common, and since Nutcracker and Black Nativity had matinee performances, I figured finishing out Boylston was as good a pitch as any. I arrived at Boylston around 2pm--and probably missed the pre-theatre crowd--and looked for the pitch. The T hadn't marked the performance area, so I set up shop next to the emergency phone. ("Adjacent" can mean "next to", right?) A flurry of people deboarded a train before I was able to tune Brindle. Undeterred, I started playing the instrumental version of "Silent Night" that I'd committed to memory. Since the crowds were pretty thin at this hour, I let go of my expectations and treated this like an open rehearsal. I played with the fingerpicked outro to the Big Star song "Jesus Christ" that I'd thrown together and allowed myself to stumble through my latest addition to my set, "Little Saint Nick". A few people paid attention as they passed through the station. A girl with candyfloss for hair left me $2 and waved at me as she departed; a motherly woman on her way to Black Nativity dropped some change in my hat and asked "aren't you cold?" A man with a handlebar mustache that put Santa's to shame tapped his foot to "Three Packs a Day" before tipping a single. As my final weekend busking session drew to a close, I had $10 to donate to BAGLY, an LGBTQIA youth organization. I'm probably running out of pitches I can play unplugged. In a lot of ways the Boylston stops had good acoustics for unamplified buskers; the high ceilings, tiled tunnel, and absence of fans naturally boosted my sound. Standing at eye level with trains disrupted my songs and hampered my ability to hear myself. I'm hoping to play plugged in this coming weekend.





