I know that even playing an unusual instrument, like musical saw, as I do, sometimes, many times, just doesn't cut it, in some street scenes. And, not meaning to brag, but I happen to very talented sawplayer. Almost three years ago, as I was playing, on the 4th of July, with my flag shirt on, offering every patriotic song I know, America The Beautiful, My Country Tis Of Thee, God Bless America, Oh Say Can You Saw... with my trusty hand tool Rusty, I played for the first 45 minutes of my hour set being almost completely ignored but the vast majority of passersby. You see, I was performing in the street performer location that was nearest to where the fish throwers do their thing at the Pike Place Market. There were at least a hundred people with their backs to me, with their cell phone's held high, trying to capture an image of a dead fish being thrown through the air. Somehow dead fish carcasses, being tossed about, has superseded the art of flexing a razor sharp spring steel blade betwixt one's knees, with the pointy parts mere millimeters away from body parts both near and dear, as entertainment value. Who'd a thunk it?

After 45 minutes of trying and getting nowhere, I picked up my homemade Nobro geetar and began to offer my song "Just Another Passerby" and that when one of the sweetest moments of my entire life happened... I'll share more later. Gotta fly for now.