In the latest chiffandfipple bulletin,
Norman Dannatt (apologies for
spelling, if mispelled) gives an apt
description of a fellow playing
a Clarke whistle quite well in
the place where the legendary
Whistling Billy (also a Clarke fan)
once played. Norman calls this fellow
a ‘musical beggar.’ But why?
Street musicians, real street musicians,
aren’t begging. They are brightening
people’s day by performing music;
people are welcome, if the spirit moves
them, to show their appreciation by
putting money in the jar. In effect,
the musician is playing for tips.
A piano player in a restaurant, playing
for tips, isn’t begging. Moving the
piano to the sidewalk doesn’t make
him a beggar; nor does substituting
a whistle for the piano.
There may be beggars who pretend to
be street musicians, but the defining
feature of the street muscian is that
he or she is really a musician, that
is, she plays well. So if this musical
beggar was playing well, well, he
wasn’t a beggar, I submit.
The ambience of playing on the street
doesn’t feel at all like begging.
People really are delighted,
especially children. Putting money
in the jar (or hat, or whatever) is
something they enjoy–often they
have their child do it. It’s about
as free and upbeat an economic
transaction as there is on this planet.
The music is given freely; the money
is given freely. No quid pro quo,
no contract. The gratuity flows from
gratitude for the music.
Forgive the huffing and puffing!
Occasionally on the street in
St. Louis we are taken for beggars,
and I’ve always been surprised–
not feeling at all like one–but
it’s happened only when we were
packing up, never when we were playing.