I don’t care about the debate. I know who’s going to get my vote. And, for me, the first Tuesday in November can’t get here soon enough.
Besides, I’ve got more important things on my mind. Like, where’s the $500 I need by Friday going to come from?
I played 6 shows last week and made a grand total of $268. It gets pitiful for a musician around here after Labor Day.
So, I’m making the rounds of restaurants and clubs reminding them of who I am. That all know me by name. Most have used me quite a bit but, once the busy, tourist, season is over, it’s like, “Who are you again? Do you have a following? How bout you do an audition set and we’ll see how that goes.”
Sometimes, while the managers and owners of the places are playing dumb, a customer will approach, shake my hand and say, ” Love your music. You gonna play here?”
“Hope so,” I say glancing over towards management in time to watch them go from dumb to deaf in an effort not to acknowledge the patron’s praise.
I’ll end up busking for tips on the main drag tonight.
That should bring me at least a few dollars closer to my end of the work week goal.