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Monday, December 17, 2007, Posted by ERIC SHACKLE at 4:22 PM Seven years ago, famous British musician David Juritz was guest concertmaster with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra. When he returned to Sydney a few weeks ago on a round-the-world tour as a busker playing a violin for a children's charity, a woman who heard him outside the ferry terminal at Manly offered him well-meant advice. He was playing a fast classical piece when the woman exclaimed "Nah. You won’t get any money like that! You’ve got to hold the notes longer." Recalling the incident in his diary, David wrote, "I start another piece with some occasional longer notes, but still predominately short, jerky ones. 'That’s more like it. Nooo. Hold the note. Longer than that. That’s right. No, no nah. Yeah. Like that. Yeah. Longer, no, no. You need to hold them… My Dad played the violin.'" David was disappointed that he failed to get permission to play his fiddle outside the Sydney Opera House because a youth orchestra wass playing there over the weekend. Undeterred, he drove to the Town Hall, picked up a busking licence, then went back to Circular Quay and began playing Bach to people hurrying past on their way to the nearby Opera House. "It’s freezing and it takes ages to get my fingers going," he wrote. "I make $A57 in about an hour and a half – a sort of musical sympathy vote." Here's a further extract from David's web diary:
FOOTNOTE. David Juritz enjoyed a two-day visit to South Korea during his world trip."I did a little busking (although with my violin case closed for contributions) in Insa-dong in Seoul," he told me from his London home. "Koreans are famous for their interest in classical music but, even so, I was amazed by the response. It was the only time that I had a crowd of 20 people gathered before I'd even started playing! They were really appreciative, which was great. "Later on in the evening I did risk a little 'open case' busking but was very swiftly accosted by a policeman and had a very tense 15 minutes while he and a colleague decided what to do with me. In the end, they let me off. "I also had an interesting experience trying to get a haircut - evidently those red and white barber's poles advertise a completely different kind of service there! I tried four different shops and eventually found a ladies' hairdresser instead." David Juritz sets out from London Travelling the world with a violin might seem a strange way to deal with a mid-life crisis - but raising money for a children's music charity makes it all worthwhile. Tomorrow morning I will walk out of my front door with a violin, backpack and empty wallet to busk my way around the world, hopefully raising lots of money for a new charity that will sponsor music projects for disadvantaged children in developing countries - empowering them, transforming their self-image and the way other people see them, allowing girls a platform from which to challenge gender inequality, and giving kids the confidence to want to become the teachers, doctors, scientists and business leaders of tomorrow. The charity is called Musequality, by the way. Isn't that great? My 12-year-old son seems less than convinced. As I extrude 17 minutes of desultory piano practice, a thought bubble appears above his head reading: "You are embarking on nothing more than a sad crusade to perpetuate the misery of your, and my, musical education, forcing already unhappy and disadvantaged children to sing in choirs they never wanted to join in the first place." At 15, my daughter is mature enough to share in my vision and actually thinks it's quite cool, although she makes me promise that I will not smell, grow a beard or wear socks with my sandals. An hour later, I'm out in the street breaking promise number three, wondering, as I glance at my feet, how it can be that something that looks so bad can feel so good. And my wife? Jane's anxieties focus on all the little details like: "What are we bloody going to eat while you swan off round the world earning bugger-all?". "How are we going to pay the bloody mortgage with no money coming in?" and "Who's going to clean the grey sludge out of the plughole in the bathroom?" (I take the last question as affirmation that she's content with my contribution to the housework). -- From Busking the blues away. http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/music/2007/06/busking_the_blues_away.html
This story has also been published by OhmyNewsInternational. Story first posted December 2007
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