Well, there goes that idea!
The reason for this "scouting expedition" to Asheville was essentially two-fold: First, Matt wanted to get a feel for what it was like to play on the streets here. Was there enough pedestrian activity around the downtown area to give him the possibility of earning a reasonable sum each day? Second, assuming he got a good feeling about street performing, Matt wanted to line up an apartment and move by February 1.
The problem is it's barely going to crack 25 degrees each day we're in town, so the idea of having a sample street performance day is out the window. He might as well set up shop this week in downtown Grantham, somewhere between Pizza Chef and Dunkin' Donuts. After we thaw him out, by late April maybe, he can tell us whether he made any money. So Matt had to decide yesterday whether it was worth the trip down, knowing that one big chunk of important information would not be available to him. I decided to stay out of the decision process. This is his project; I'm just along for the ride. (as are you, come to think of it...)
He's decided to go ahead with the trip. He'll do his best to hit the clubs each night and talk with fellow musicians, try to perform with some of them if that's possible, and just get the best picture he can of the musical possibilities here and make his final decision on relocating more on informed guesswork than hard evidence.
We all have to play the hand we're dealt, and if that calls for serious bluffing, well, so be it. (I was trying for profound there, but I think I took a right turn at maudlin and got stuck in the mud.)
We arrived in Asheville at 11 am Wednesday morning. Thankfully, the hotelier (Is that the right word when it's a Sleep Inn?) let us check in early so it's shower and nap time before we head out to explore the city. The final 30 miles into Asheville on Rt. 26 are breathtaking. Beautiful craggy peaks and today they were all covered in frost, sparkling in the sun. I bet you wish you could see a picture of them. Not yet, my pretties. These things must be handled d-e-l-i-c-a-t-e-l-y!
More tomorrow. Much love to all.
j
The reason for this "scouting expedition" to Asheville was essentially two-fold: First, Matt wanted to get a feel for what it was like to play on the streets here. Was there enough pedestrian activity around the downtown area to give him the possibility of earning a reasonable sum each day? Second, assuming he got a good feeling about street performing, Matt wanted to line up an apartment and move by February 1.
The problem is it's barely going to crack 25 degrees each day we're in town, so the idea of having a sample street performance day is out the window. He might as well set up shop this week in downtown Grantham, somewhere between Pizza Chef and Dunkin' Donuts. After we thaw him out, by late April maybe, he can tell us whether he made any money. So Matt had to decide yesterday whether it was worth the trip down, knowing that one big chunk of important information would not be available to him. I decided to stay out of the decision process. This is his project; I'm just along for the ride. (as are you, come to think of it...)
He's decided to go ahead with the trip. He'll do his best to hit the clubs each night and talk with fellow musicians, try to perform with some of them if that's possible, and just get the best picture he can of the musical possibilities here and make his final decision on relocating more on informed guesswork than hard evidence.
We all have to play the hand we're dealt, and if that calls for serious bluffing, well, so be it. (I was trying for profound there, but I think I took a right turn at maudlin and got stuck in the mud.)
We arrived in Asheville at 11 am Wednesday morning. Thankfully, the hotelier (Is that the right word when it's a Sleep Inn?) let us check in early so it's shower and nap time before we head out to explore the city. The final 30 miles into Asheville on Rt. 26 are breathtaking. Beautiful craggy peaks and today they were all covered in frost, sparkling in the sun. I bet you wish you could see a picture of them. Not yet, my pretties. These things must be handled d-e-l-i-c-a-t-e-l-y!
More tomorrow. Much love to all.
j
Glad the journey went well and especially pleased the Sleep Inn allowed early showers!! Good luck with the music in the town.
ReplyDeleteAnyway it sounds pretty warm to me after the minus 9 degrees centigrade in NH that January.
Thinking of you both,
Love from The D's xx