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.