Today may very well be the best day ever for me.
Started out by going to the Maryland Renaissance Festival with Jen, her boyfriend, and her dad. We had a really good time, and saw lots of shows. We saw a sword swallower, a hypnotist, a swami (who I think I’ve seen around the cafe), Macbeth done in 20 minutes, and the Hack and Slash show. I’ve seen H&S at the ren faire in Ohio before, and it was kinda cool being in a different state with different people watching a familiar show.
I got to laugh and clap and cheer and have an all-around good time. I even enjoyed being asked after every perfomance “How’d he do such-and-such?” and even got to duplicate a couple things.
I also got to ride past the DC headquarters of XM radio not once but twice! I know that’s really stupid for me to get excited about, but I love XM and thought it was the coolest thing to be able to see the building they’re in.
After the show we went to a sushi bar, which had me very excited. I’ve always wanted to try sushi, but there aren’t any good places in Ohio, at least not nearby. I don’t want shysty sushi. We got to sit at the actual sushi bar, and Jen helped guide me through the menu. My only request was that I get raw fish. If I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna do it right. I ended up with tuna roll and salmon California roll with roe. I also tried a couple pieces of Jen’s, which had crispy crab and shrimp.
I can now say that I fucking love sushi. I need to seek out a good sushi bar close to home, because 8 hours is a long drive just for that. Although, it would be very tempting.
After dinner, we picked up Jen’s sister and drove to old town Alexandria. The plan was for us to go there at some point today so we could see the street performers that are always there and maybe I could do some busking myself. By the time we got there and I was ready to get a show off, it was about a quarter after 10. There were still a decent amount of people around, so I decided to give it a shot.
I’ll be honest. I was scared shitless. I wanted nothing more than to puss out and walk away, but I didn’t and before I knew it I had drawn a crowd. A really good one, too, like 30-some people! Maybe it was because my show wasn’t routined the greatest, or because it was late, or because I just suck, but I started losing people left and right. Before I knew it, I was down to less than 10 people and 3 of them had come there with me.
It was time for the rope escape. I built this thing up, I got tied, I ended up being tied to a railing without really realizing it. And I was an idiot and forgot to get slack until like halfway though the tie, and the dude doing it was really good. By the time I built it up and was ready to escape, I had built my crowd back up close to the original 30 people, if not more. (Best line I improv-ed (I originally wrote that as “improved” but wanted to make the distinction that I made it up, not made something better) during the tie: Want to see something funny? Yell “Help! Police!”)
I pitched a hat line like a good street worker should, something about doing this for a living and I need money to get home and blah blah blah. I dunno what exactly I said. But right before I was about to start the escape, two bicycle cops rode up behind my crowd and stopped. Here I am, in a strage state tied to a railing with 100 feet of rope, 30+ people around me and the cops show up. I kept right on going, not giving them a chance to shut me down, but they rode away without doing anything.
I did the escape in 1 minute 55 seconds, with lots of comedy byplay in between. I fell one time, completely accidentally, and skinned my knee. My goal was to “beat Houdini’s time of 2 minutes” and I did. Yay me. Then I finished with a callback trick that, unfortunately, about 90% of the people there didn’t see the start of so I had to reiterate like a motherfucker. It was an updated version of the thing I created for my coffee shop gig (see Hustling Tips for more) using a beefed-up version of Richard Sanders’ Bill Anywhere principle.
I actually did two short shows tonight, although the second one wasn’t the greatest. I did a spongball routine for a black lady wearing a red shirt who went crazy every time the balls multiplied and jumped around. (In the car on the way home, Jen mentioned how priceless her reaction was. I said there’s an axiom in magic: Always do spongeballs for the black lady in the red dress. That’s exactly why I picked her, and she did not disappoint.)
When it was all said and done, I pulled in $18 for about 45 minutes of work. I know that’s by no means extraordinary for a busker, but it’s fucking amazing for me. The last time I did a “street show” was when I tried to film one for a college class a few years back and made a whopping penny. Considering I made almost 3 times my hourly salary in 75% of the time makes it even better. Considering I did all this with little to no experience and at 10 at night with little foot traffic makes me wonder how well I’d do during the day and with more practice.
What really tops it off and blows my mind and is the reason I’m laying in Jen’s room rambling on at 3 in the morning instead of sleeping is that I, a stranger from 8 hours away who has no tie to any of these people, could come into town and do this. That I could gather a group of people who don’t know me, don’t have any reason to not walk away, and make them watch. More than that. I could make them care. I could do my piddly little card tricks and my bullshit rope escape and entertain them. Entertain them to the point where they willingly give me their hard-earned money after only one hat line that was, I will freely admit, half assed at best. I have spent 3 hours staring at, playing with, recounting, and smelling my pile of 13 ones and a five (I got a fucking five, how awesome is that?) to make sure it’s all real. Although that 18 bucks will only cover tolls and maybe a sandwich on my drive home Monday morning, I feel like the richest man in the world. Tonight I broke down barriers, entertained people, and was rewarded for it in the purest manner possible.
Tonight, I was a busker.
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