The Worst Busker Ever

I’m generally ok with people playing music, or generally performing, in public for money. Most of them are fairly talented, or at least not terribly annoying, even the guys who are just drumming on empty buckets. But seriously, there is a limit.

Lately I’ve been encountering this guy who plays guitar and sings at the 50th Street uptown 1 station around 6 or 7 o’clock. Now, I’m on the downtown side going home from work, so I’ve never actually been up close to him. And this is probably the only thing that’s kept me from beating him to death with his own guitar. This guy has absolutely no talent for singing. That doesn’t stop him though; he just yells the songs. I say songs because there are, after all, two of them. He starts with the worst rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody ever defecated into the air, and then transitions into an equally bad version of House of the Rising Sun. And then he starts all over again. I wish I was making this up.

This has been going on for weeks now. Learn a new fucking song. Or actually, don’t. No need for you to defile another piece of music. Just quit. Sell your fucking guitar, never open your mouth in an attempt to sing again. Maybe take up bucket drumming. Because, seriously, I will come over there.