so hot again today, it's beginning to resemble andalusia now. we went to busk together, pontus and i, the other day, but both my two top places of cuitadella and paral.lel were occupied. no choice but the second paral.lel spot, i said, it's such a bad spot that for sure it will be free. and sure enough, going down the steps into the metro, we found our busking corner free. puntos has a great voice and plays really well, and we went through a few numbers... but we didn't even earn a puta duro. and then the pigs came. unbelievable. all the years i've been playing here, i never got controlled by the pigs. good cop, bad cop routine. bad cop asked us for our ids whilst chummy cop asks how the business was going! they said some people (from street level) had complained about the volume of our playing. and we have no amps! they asked us to tone it down and left, but we decided to leave this unlucky place. and said pigs were waiting up top to see what we would do. we went to plaça espanya, also occupied, and then pontus called it a day.
the other day, i also met another guitarist, and we played some rumba numbers together before the spot got taken. but we agreed to play the terraces along the promenade together and it proved to be better. "friday will be better", oscar said, as we agreed to meet up again. but there was no sign of him today, and so i played two 'farewell gigs' at cuitadella alone.at the chilean mafia hq, things are not well... relationship problems abound. tomorrow i head for the costa brava and take some sun and sea at the place where my spanish odyssey first began all those years ago: la isla de port lligat.
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