Today was quite interesting. It was permit day, so there were lots of new buskers out trying to make a buck. That happens at the beginning of every month, then everyone slowly give up and the regulars stay on as usual. The permit system is complete bull shit. A masked man who reads Shakespeare was across from our usual spot. We knew he’d bother us because he had once before. The last time we did what he asked and moved, but this time we weren’t going to. We don’t have a permit, but it is our first amendment right to perform anywhere we god dammed please. After the first song, we had a great big crowd, and just as expected the masked man came over and tried to talk to us. He wouldn’t take off his mask, and it was disturbing, to say the least, to be talking to him with that creepy mask on. The man said he was going to file a complaint. It was insanely clear he was simply envious we had a big audience and no one was paying attention to him. Other guys sketching people across from us have no issue with us at all. Once he left, some of our big fans in the audience asked what that was about. They could tell he was trying to be intimidating. We’ve dealt with it before, and we can handle. No one’s going to stop us from prayforming.
We were both shaken up, angry and disturbed by this random, anonymous man’s rudeness to us at the beginning of prayformance. It fucked us up for the rest of our two hour play. A woman named Ivy, who’d seen us play once before, helped to cheer us up. She stayed and watched and laughed with us. People were both strange and supportive today. I captured a lot of great compliments on our vlog, but a few weirdos came by, too. A young guy who said he was a hari krishna stood near us when we were trying to begin playing. Ivy had to tell him to move out of the way. A weird homeless man walked past our audiences saying something incomprehensible. Weird. Thoth had said it was going to be a weird day, and it was. Even though we had a great day with great audience, neither of us truly enjoyed it. We were distracted. I hope Mask Man doesn’t talk to us again. I hate when people with no talent tell us to stop. It’s rare, but it happens. That’s what makes me wish we were famous.
It’s been a long time since someone has been rude to us. We’ll be ok. Everything will be ok.