London August 2013
We, Rosa Alex Mila and me, had decided to try go busking around Southbank in the afternoon.
Alex did the juggling while I played guitar and harmonica with the help of a toy megaphone and Mila and Rosa danced. We didn’t get much success except for two japanese guys who seemed quite fascinated, and two girls who started screaming and dancing with us at one point.
Going back to the squat in the evening, we checked the garbage of just closed stores for bread and cookies. Alex had suggested I’d bring this broken guitar from the squat, it had only two strings crossing the frets diagonally, and I also borrowed an old Olympus digital pocket recorder from someone.
You can hear Alex and Mila checking some moldy bread during this recording.
I played until my fingers started bleeding.
I remember the first time I went to London, I was shocked how it seemed much more conservative and academic and sterile than I was expecting. Everything seems to be cloned, stores are cloned, people are cloned, art galleries are cloned, the music scene is cloned, education is cloned, even street performance is usually cloned, like it has to fit a cloning formula otherwise it wont strive. The city mesh is an infinite repetition of a cloning pattern. You are surrounded by strict rules and surveillance, and squatting seems to be coming down. But if you look carefully you are also surrounded by these people and “items”, like molting bread and broken guitars and cheap recorders, you just have to pick them up and create something out of all this excess.