I viewed enough of the busking website to get scornful of yet another attempt to control musicians who want to give music to passersby, sometimes in the hope of earning part of a living. What a world we live in. It's sad. Very sad. Will it ever change? I'm again nonplussed. Somehow it reminds me of Harry Chapin's pivotal song on the misuse of authority, "Flowers Are Red." Buskers (such as myself when I used to busk, when living in more urban environments) are much like the vulnerable child in Chapin's song. Eventually we are beaten down. I ask God to re-build me for only one reason, so that I can sing about eternal salvation through his son, Jesus Christ. Steve
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