In this case, there was no space bigger than a little block beside the row of art merchants in free-to-all quadrant of the art market. There must be enough space for the sound to fill. When I busk, since it is with bagpipes, there are a few things to consider. I was looking for a place to play some pipes. There were lots of artist tents with cool kitschy artsy stuff. There were lots of American Indian artists displaying their wares in this town square: jewelry, pottery, beaded garments, trinkets, original crafts. I went downtown to what seemed to be the town square.

This was before I had any albums, and I had just returned from an extended sojourn to Europe where I had been living for a stint. On our journey to the west we stopped in Santa Fe on Labor Day to check out the city, see some celebrations, and busk in the downtown area to make some gas money. We had lots of adventures together Alana was an adventurous woman. We fell in love and drove across the country together. I was travelling in the summer of 2006 with a lady I met in Ithaca, New York. There was one time I was busking in Santa Fe, on Labor Day. They are all true, though some of names of folks have been changed for their privacy. I've decided to write them as little vignettes, not necessarily in a linear timeline. These stories are some little fables of my modern-day musical exploits. I've been several places in Canada, USA, and Europe, and have criss-crossed America several times. Here are a few on them, mostly from the last year when I decided to fulfill my childhood aspiration to live the life of a gypsy. As a piper, busker, vagabond, troubadour, bard, and wandering poet, I have had many adventures.

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