I somehow managed to convince my Mum that I was responsible enough to take my sister to Dublin with me. Just the two of us. Wow... she must trust me... for some reason.
Once we were checked into our hostel (yes, hostel, they're not so bad) we made out to the oh so famous Grafton Street. It is located in the heart of Dublin, and is one of two primary shopping streets in the city. But the real excitement isn't in the shops. Its on the street. For it is there, especially on a day as wonderfully beautiful as today, that you will find Dublin's famous Buskers.
Busking is the act of performing entertaining acts in public places for donations. Traditionally those may have been monetary donations, but were more often food. I don't think they're really looking for a crust of bread in their cap at the end of the performance anymore though.
The types of performances you might encounter on Grafton Street vary greatly. On opposite corners of one cross section of the road we found two very different, though equally talented musical acts.
The Harp is a traditional Irish instrument, so as expected this woman was playing a beautiful classic Irish piece. Her concentration at striking each string perfectly on such a loud and busy street was mesmerizing. The men on the opposite corner, who I later learned were American, were playing music that was quite a bit more modern. They're music had more of a John Mayer feel to it... and don't let the array of buckets serving as drums fool you. They provided amazing sound at the hand of a skilled drummer, accompanying a very talented lead vocal on guitar. After closer inspection of photos from the day, I realized that on one of the drummer's buckets was his name and a youtube logo. Want to see him in action? There are so many videos of him online, I particularly like this one.

Further down the street we ran into this impressive fellow. Now don't get me wrong, I've seen this 'living statue' bit before, in every city, in every country. Now that's not to say it's not impressive. I certainly couldn't stand still for hours on end covered in metallic spray paint. However this man was the most impressive one I have seen to date. I don't need to tell you that he looked like a real statue, because the expert has spoken. If a pigeon mistakes you for the real thing, you must be pretty darn convincing. Now that, if you ask me, is what is really impressive about the whole thing. I'm terrified of Birds, Alfred Hitchcock thoroughly nailed it, they are terrifying. But Pigeons might just be worst of all... they are essentially flying rats. And this man has one on his head.
I don't want to sound dramatic here... but I would literally die. Literally.
This man stood still while a pigeon climbed across his head. He does not deserve your spare change thrown into his bucket... he deserves a medal. Bravo.
A little further down the street I asked myself this question...
... what's harder than riding a 10 foot UniCycle?
...doing a Comedy act while riding it...
... oh, and juggling fire batons. That would make it a little harder also.
...Where on earth do you learn to do that?
not in your parent's living room
that's for sure...
Enter my favorite Act of the Day: Keywest
I was ...and am still a bit.... smitten. Wow.
Cute Guys, Great Music. Sounds like a dream, no?
These charming men are actually well on their way to Stardom. Having signed with a label and produced their first album, they are already receiving airtime in Ireland and some parts of Europe.
They sang a selection of covers (though usually putting their own spin on them) and a few originals.
We official album consisting of all original songs, and their 'street albums' will all their covers. Both fantastic buys. Here's a video I took of them previewing one of their original songs... It's a little shaky at times, but hey, I'm in a crowd, Enjoy!
You can check out more about Keywest here.
Now, being somewhat musically talented its easy to dream of a life busking. Until you run into this man at the end of the street. Fair enough, we all dream of running off with the circus, but no one really wants to scoop elephant poop. His poem written on the sidewalk of Grafton Street goes as follows:
Life On The Streets
Life on the streets is always Tough, sometimes Happy, but mostly Rough!
When I was young, I tought it was cool, but if i could could turn back the clock I would've stayed in school.
Please tell your kids to take my advice, because life on the streets is not very nice.
Thank you for stopping to read this poem, and I'm hoping you can take this message home.
And if you could spare any small change for a bed, it would give us somewhere to lay our head.
Thank you.
beemindful always.