Toddled around my lovely downtown this morning.  The weather was great, everyone was out and so were the street musicians.

I’m no expert on what sell musically but I do know this:

Singing your favorite Neil Young song about drug abuse or a murdered girlfriend on a sunny summer like Saturday morning pretty much ensures that your open guitar case will stay empty no matter how many times you salt it.

I read the crowd.  When I’m playing if I see an approaching couple about my age I’ll launch into a Beatles tune.  Older than me – then it’s Satin Doll, Take the A Train or Lady Be Good.

You gotta know the territory.

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