Nobody wanted to hire my crazy musician ass although I told them i would bring joy, fun and wild times to the workplace! And revolution!!! I included an exhuberant photo when everyone said that is not good to do in London. Apparently they just wanted a guy to shut up, take his pills, pay his taxes and work the cash register.
So i cut my toe nails, perfected my cooking and went back to the drawing board. A friend suggested busking and since my gf was a brilliant artist and vegan chef, i asked my sexy queen and markuspuppetmaster to make me a beautiful guitar case where people would willingly throw money when they saw it. Had my dad send guitar from finland with my cds and BOOM i was back in business.
And back to the grind of a musician with my fucked up right hand.
Applied for busking license in the most popular area (south bank). Passed the audition with flying colors as apparently my skills were more applicable here.
I hit the streets and a hustler was born, surrounded by magicians, dancers, statues and all kinds of weird carnival folk from around the world who came to the big city in pursuit of fame and fortune.
Finally, it seemed I had finally found my people.
******
I miss London but I have learned to enjoy the feeling of missing something or someone or some place because the heartmind is kind
*******
or anyone, ever
But we feel everything
Always
Now
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London is cool also because there are so many opportunities if you wanna be in movies, tv, modelling, commercials, etc. Just watch out for those scammers! I did some small things here and there. Met lifecoaches, dancers, actors, bellboys, and all kinds of hustlers on the streets, hotel lobbies and everywhere i went. Looking for those loopholes. Often i went nowhere and found nothing…
Survival of the strangest
“I’m tired of coming out on the losing end… Honey i met this guy last night, gonna do a little favor for him…”
(Springsteen)
#londonstreets #dreamers #poets #renegades #hustlers #wannabes #pretenders #fools #extras #downandout #downforthecount #getbackup #nevercountmeout
Summer 2016. London.
We moved closer to the city center and got a place in Elephant and Castle. Our landlord was a chinaman who wanted rent in cash (£1200/m for a room in a shared flat).
Now i could walk to my office (busking in south bank). She worked in a raw vegan restaurant in soho. There was a gym across the street with a swimming pool so i started to work on my pecs and lats which is always fun. It was a good area. Everything was close and every direction offered new adventures for wannabe poets like me.
But the apartment was too small and expensive and the floor creaked annoyingly. Gf was missing estonia. I wasnt. She said she will go back with or without me in a few months and i knew it was over. But i also wanted to be free. What can i say, this life isnt for everyone. I’m a rootless tree. Or was…
I am not good boyfriend material. Not sure i ever will be because in my view boyfriend/girlfriend is for teenagers and marriage is for slaves. I am a full grown viking warrior who wants to be the new Genghis Khan until i find my Cleopatra.
And i will. She is out there waiting for me. I can feel it. And see you in my dreams. Divine goddess. Earth mother. Sweet muse. Are you even a person?
The world is a vast land. But how will you ever know if your heart is closed?
Explore!
Weapons down.
♥️
#openheart #openlove #openborders #openarms #openeyes #opensoul #eyeswideopen #followthelight #intothegreatwideopen #findme
#worldcitizen #revolutionoflove
Oct 18
In the beginning of 2016 we moved to England. Spent some time at my sisters house near nottingham to figure out how to live in London. We were both a bit stressed and uncertain with not much money. But the Gods intervened and a friend i thought had bailed on me paid back some money he owed. This was enough for us to get a room in… the dodgiest area in the whole city! I think we were the only white people there. Our landlords were muslim and our new housemates were polish. My hand was still fucked so i invented stuff on a cv and looked for work. I hadnt done anything but music for the last decade. Wanted to do something else. Needed a break. Didnt even take a guitar with me…
Oct 19
We’ve been spending most our lives living in the busker’s paradise. #busking #streetmusician #ripcoolio
If you can sing or play an instrument and live in a big city, busking is easy money. There is no reason to do any other work. You just gotta get over your ego, thinking you need to maintain your reputation or something. If your own songs are good, play them. If not, play covers. No shame in that. Its good practice and you need to have high standards. If you really need cash fast to pay rent or bail your grandpa out of jail, bring out the big guns. Big hits for the masses who are dumb and just wanna hear songs they know and forget about their shitty lives. If you have the confidence and can risk broke, play cool obscure covers or just your own amazing songs that cool intelligent people and other pretentious wankers will love. Remember to enjoy every moment even if its raining and only homeless Johnny and his dog Otis are watching your unforgettable spectacle. Dont be like me and get so frustrated that you throw your hard earned coins in the Thames River, cursing the gods. #buskingtips #howtomakemoney #musicianlife #fuckthis #lovethis #youcanhaveitall #wonderwall #lol #wonderlol #howmuchdoyouwantit #whatareyouwillingtodo #togetit #whatareyouwillingtosacrifice
#whateverittakes #is #theonlyanswer
Oct 20
London dream was over.
And i left too, July 2016.
Next stop: Amsterdam.
It was what it was.
#goodbyelondon
#expecttheunexpected
#loveisadogfromhell
#showmustgoon
