hello wello play me a tune.

i’m taking time out of my busy busy night to write this.

so i was walking down orchard that saturday, snapping pictures for my portfolio, which i was doing on street musicians, and i just noticed the vast difference in the buskers i saw.
let me show you what i mean.

there’s this type,

then there’s this type.

one is struggling, using his music as a means to survive, and the other, plays it because it makes them feel good.

one playing to stay alive, the other to feel alive.

one of the harmonica playing uncles called me over when i was taking his picture.

uncle: “what you want boy? take photo for what?”

me: “school project uncle, for project.”

uncle: “project ah, not complain ah.”

me: “complain?”

uncle: “yah lah, some kaypoh see people put money they not happy go complain… *mumbles*”

me: “dont worry uncle, no problem.”

even when they’re already struggling, people still have to make things difficult for them.

i want to be a musician.

i wonder which kind i’ll be.