My Heart Will Go On
As you will see, many of my stories are about the life of a street performer. It's because playing music in the streets is such a special experience that it is far beyond the imagination of people I've met.
Some people might think: "Oh, poor girl has to sing in the streets to earn her supper.Oh, what a pity!" But they wouldn't ask if they could help me in some way...
And what I think of those people: "Oh, this lady, she has to wake up each morning at 6, in the -- maybe smoky -- office all day long she has to answer phone calls, type letters, wear always perfect business outfit, fighting with machinations of "nice" collegues, sit at the computer till her back hurts, then after work she can go shopping and do all the house work, deal with the kids, and if she doesn't fall asleep in front of the tv, then thanks to certain amount of alcohol she needs in order to forget about all her pain and stress, she still can try to give a smile to her husband who just came home from a date. And maybe, as a little girl, she was dreaming about being on stage one day, singing or dancing, or doing other art forms, painting or something the like. And I am free as a bird, don't know alarm clock, whenever I like a place, I just go there, in jeans and clogs, and do what I always loved to. Having fun, giving something nice to other fellows, and I even get some exchange for it... who is poor?"
Singing in the street is one of the best schools I can imagine. Here you can observe all type of people, you can make experiments, learn how to deal with different personalities and emotions, keep on going no matter what happens, and a lot more. Though, it's better if you have certain basics, for example some vital data and skills I've learnt at courses. If you wanna know more about them, just drop me a line.
Without applying those, I wouldn't have been able to this:
I was singing in Munich, Germany, just without any music. It's a nice place there, with excellent acoustics. If I just opened my mouth it could be heard all around the street. And people were grateful for it.
When I got to the Titanic song, I would go "...and My Heart Will Go O-o-o-on and o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on", you know, giving out all what I had, my heart and everything, -- a boy passed by, very close to me, and he put a burning cigarette into my mouth...
Fortunately, I could grab his hand fast enough so he took the cigarette out and I didn't even had to interrupt my song.
My heart will go on and on...
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