Thanks for all the good wishes guys and galls, I don't think Rugby was quite prepared for this...
I had been keeping a keen eye on the weather this morning, windy but dry and quite sunny, not too bad. I had decided that I needed an image so I opted for a black pair of trousers and a black shirt with the compulsory black shades and a black hat (naturally). I loaded my gear into the car, checking it one last time as I went. I then got into the car and drove the four miles into town. I parked as close to the centre as I could. As I started to unload my stuff I suddenly realised exactly how bl*^dy terrified I was. My hands were shaking uncontrollably and my mouth was as dry as Ghandi's flip flop! How could this be, I've played in the front of several bands, gigging in pubs and clubs, without as much as a tremble! So why should this be so different?
I gave myself a swift pep talk, and decided not to turn around and go home. So, I bit the bullet, and set up in a spot I had previously chosen. It was a fairly wide pedestrian street. I inserted the cd and pressed play.
Wow... The sound that reverberated from the opposite buildings gave me a great perspective of my tone. I was pleasantly surprised. To my ears, the sax sounded warm, rich and very very smooth....nice. Fairly soon, my nerves appeared to just fade away.
A lady of about 70, approached me whilst I was playing "Georgia on my mind" in her hand were a few coins, as she lent forward to throw them into my case, she whispered,"Thank you, you have reminded me of when I used to go dancing with my late husband." I think that the emotion that welled up inside of me was transmitted to all in the way I played the rest of the tune! (Boy was I glad I was wearing sun glasses.)
I was very surprised to see several people stop and listen, some were tapping their feet and even singing along! Most people just walked on past as if I wasn't even there, others looked as they walked, the occasional flick of the wrist as another handful of small change rattled into my case! Two teenage girls linked their hands together and danced a waltz, boy did I feel good.
I had been told by the local authority that I would have to change my location after about half an hour, so when I made my backing tracks, I made ten tracks lasting around thirty minutes. As soon as they ran out I would have to move on. Well I repeated the process twice more in different places, thoroughly enjoying myself in the process.
When the last echos of Baker Street had died away, I packed away my gear and made my weary way home. I was absolutely worn out, I hadn't realised how much energy I had used.
When I got home I emptied the cash that I had collected onto the table to count it. 8)
Had it all be worth it? Well from a personal sense of satisfaction, the old lady had made my day, after her comments nothing else seemed to mater, I had reminded her of happy times, she had made me realise that I have an ability to make people smile. Who needs cash? I felt on top of the world.
Financially was it worth it?
You do the maths. Ninety minutes playing, for fifty six pounds and forty pence! That's almost forty pounds an hour!
Now the advice bit. If you have ever thought about dressing up and taking your beloved sax into your nearest town centre, stop thinking about it and do it. I had the best time ever had I'm still "buzzing" now!