Over the decades buskers come and buskers go. Everyone from classical violinists, a cappella groups of all generes, troubadours, bluegrass clog dancing fiddlers and everything in between. Music warms the soul, and buskers (street musicians) have a special place in Pike Place Market’s soul where we provide many corners, nooks and crannies for all the different personalities. We also get to know some very interesting musicians.
This is a new busker thats been playing around the market recently, and unique he is, from the construction bright clothing to his heartfelt delivery of lyrics comprised of vignettes from “his” life…
When I walked by and heard him singing about “…I was coming through the tunnel of the I-90 freeway, having to stop and adjust my headlights…” I had to stop and think what an amazingly different community of all persuasions Pike Place Market is, to give allowance for such unique individuality. Maybe he’s not headed for fame, or Beneroya Hall or even a stage larger than the curb out front on the cobblestones here in the market. BUT, he did get an audience and he does get to sing whats on his mind and important to him and who can argue with that?