Popped into the city centre yesterday. Glorious day, plenty of shoppers and visitors in town (it may have been Supercross day – not sure. What struck me most was there were plenty of really talented and enthusiastic buskers around.
Elderly chap near Caroline Street (if you’re a visitor, you must try a Caroline Street chicken curry off the bone from Dorothy’s – it’s a tradition), anyway, this gentleman was singing his heart out. Whatever he had for breakfast, I’ll take two.
Up on the Hayes there was a really lovely guy by the name of Stephen Dan Russell. He was playing a guitar and he reminded me of Earl Klugh. His vibe, his playing, just seemed to make a beautiful, warm autumn afternoon in Cardiff just seem that little bit more special.
A good friend of ours used to busk in Cardiff many moons ago. Colin The Flute (Colin Westermann). He was a lovely guy – now, sadly, playing out there somewhere in the universe.
Yes, let’s hear it for the buskers. They’re the soundtrack to the city.