This opinion article was first published on CLUAS in January 2006
CLUAS Opinion: Buskers
Buskers: Scourge or Saviours of our cities?
Aidan Curran knows which side of the fence he sits on when it comes to that often permanent feature on the modern urban landscape: buskers...
I hate buskers. Hate them, hate them, hate them. Can't stand them. Won't put up
with them. Acoustic-guitar shouter on Grafton Street blocking me going into
Bewleys? Get out of my way! Doddery old accordion fella on the Paris metro? Go
off and do something productive like starting a riot! Half-naked cowboy guy in
New York? Pull up your pants, you eejit!
In short, I'm not all that keen on people playing music in public places.
Which is not to say I hate street performance - in fact, I generally love it.
Clowns, jugglers, mimes, fire-eaters, acrobats, dancers.... I could stand there
until nightfall watching them, every pocket picked and it wouldn't bother me.
However, I find roadworks more pleasing than buskers.
Nor am I down on freedom of expression - far from it. For example, I greatly
admire someone like Aung San Suu Kyi, whose power to communicate and inspire
transcends any threat a military junta can make. Yet if she were to celebrate
her freedom of expression by whipping out the guitar and launching into 'Wonderwall'
on the main street of Rangoon, I'd have no moral qualms in tipping off the
nearest paddywagon.
Even using words like 'hate' troubles me greatly. Why, your correspondent is
usually a virtual Statue of Liberty welcoming one and all regardless of beliefs,
background or football team (except Liverpool fans, of course. Let's not get
carried away here). I try to be scrupulously fair and rational like Atticus
Finch before the bigoted jury, moral and upstanding like George Bailey battling
mean old Mr Potter, loving 'not wisely but too well' like poor old
Othello succumbing to Iago - but still something about buskers brings out the
rabid dog in me. Why is this?
Well, first of all we have the question of quality. Quite reasonably to my mind,
I don't like bad music - and buskers are generally dire. Let's face it; if they
were any good they'd be in a venue charging us to hear them. But who would pay
to hear someone roaring tunelessly while bashing an equally-tuneless acoustic
guitar?
Secondly, they are hopelessly unoriginal - always the same old songs condemned
to death by public execution, most notably Jeff Buckley's 'Hallelujah' (you may
have noticed that it stopped being
Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' quite a few years ago). At
Christmas we have amateur street
choirs murdering good old 'Jingle Bells' for charity - and all year round we
have repetitive buskers similarly depending on your tolerance, generosity and
suspension of taste.
Finally, there is the implied superiority of busking (representing some sort of
political act in defence of artistic integrity) over being, for instance, a Pop
Idol wannabe - as if being a wannabe were a bad thing! Isn't the whole point of
human existence to strive for better things, to transcend our circumstances, to
shake up the old folks? Where does being a boring busker fit into this? We pay
our pop stars to be motorcycle rebels and
androgynous aliens and vampire
supermodels, not to look like they just crawled out of the Rathmines bedsit next
to mine. A performer should be someone who makes us say 'I want to be like
them!', not 'I want them to be like me!' I think this is why I like the
fire-eaters and acrobats - they show me something more exciting and glamorous
than my own wet-Wednesday life. They seem individual, which is not at all the
same thing as being authentic.
Yet buskers always gather crowds because there really are people who crave the
comfort-food of the same old indie hits, who bow to the false gods of
'keep-it-real', who want to bring music down to their level. No need to name
names here - we all know the glorified buskers in the charts and concert venues,
playing the 'ironic' cover versions of
chart hits they are too scared to admit they sincerely love.
So, there you have it. I hate buskers because they are the true public face of
everything that's wrong with music today - the creative conservatism, the
conformity of 'non-conformity', the hypocritical and wrong-headed glorification
of authenticity over aspiration. Never mind your Crazy
Frogs or your Pop Idols or your
U2s. The real enemy isn't inside HMV - he's standing outside it.
Aidan Curran
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