gig report
Jul. 12th, 2003 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jfbSaturday Art Market, 2003-07-12
The San Jose Saturday Art Market is cool. There are a lot of street festivals in the bay area--a lot--and many of them have art as a component, but a lot of the art is pretty kitschy. The SAM has the best and most personal collection of art I've seen for sale on a sidewalk. Plus, they paid me to play the guitar and sing.
It wasn't actually that windy today, but the Paseo de San Antonio, sort of a pedestrian alleway between buildings in two blocks downtown, created a giant wind tunnel that funneled all the available breezes directly at the collapsible canopy I was playing under. The canopy frame would shake and creak, and I'd glance nervously around. During "Snake on the Sidewalk," a bunch of old show flyers that were tucked into the pocket of my looseleaf binder became untucked, and blew across the street onto the Plaza de Cesar Chavez. I guess it's all about getting your name out there.
Fortunately no one was actually watching this from the green plastic chairs they'd set up for an audience, so there aren't any witnesses to my litterbug crime spree. Sometime after my set, the wind got so strong it started blowing the chairs over. Also, I learned that, although no one was sitting and watching, the same corridor that created the wind tunnel was also carrying my music all the way down to the end of the block, so, I did have a sizable audience, it was just invisible.
The San Jose Saturday Art Market is cool. There are a lot of street festivals in the bay area--a lot--and many of them have art as a component, but a lot of the art is pretty kitschy. The SAM has the best and most personal collection of art I've seen for sale on a sidewalk. Plus, they paid me to play the guitar and sing.
It wasn't actually that windy today, but the Paseo de San Antonio, sort of a pedestrian alleway between buildings in two blocks downtown, created a giant wind tunnel that funneled all the available breezes directly at the collapsible canopy I was playing under. The canopy frame would shake and creak, and I'd glance nervously around. During "Snake on the Sidewalk," a bunch of old show flyers that were tucked into the pocket of my looseleaf binder became untucked, and blew across the street onto the Plaza de Cesar Chavez. I guess it's all about getting your name out there.
Fortunately no one was actually watching this from the green plastic chairs they'd set up for an audience, so there aren't any witnesses to my litterbug crime spree. Sometime after my set, the wind got so strong it started blowing the chairs over. Also, I learned that, although no one was sitting and watching, the same corridor that created the wind tunnel was also carrying my music all the way down to the end of the block, so, I did have a sizable audience, it was just invisible.
