One of the more satisfying acknowledgements playing on the street is the head nod.  It doesn’t say thank you, hello, or comment.  It just acknowledges that you are doing something, and that the other person approves with respect.  I get these sometimes. Tonight there were four; three from a passing car, and one from a guy walking with his girlfriend.  It’s satisfying and for something that’s essentially a tiny movement, surprisingly meaningful.

I noticed two men walk past, one carrying an artist’s folio folder.  A few minutes later I notice a small group down the road, and as they approach, I see a camera.  Two cameras.  Three cameras, big lenses, fancy flashes.  The photographers and their friends converge on me and I’m asked if I’m busking.  I pause the lyrics to the song in my head and keep on playing; the conversation ensues over the tail end of This Is My Resolve.  I make my explanation, and in return receive impressed surprise.

The group bustle down the street after a minute, finding more things to shoot.  As they pass the Thai restaurant, I forget to sing the last line of the song as it finishes.