Last time I reported that I almost had enough skills and fans to be allowed to play at the shopping mall. By now, I know the shopping mall inside out. I played eighteen gigs there. Young and old, customers, shop assistants, security guards, they all know my repertoire by heart. And.... They sing along all the time. I feel so successful.

Time for a demo

Time to record a demo. Unfortunately, I am still refused at the recording studio. I don't have enough skills according to the people in charge. 'Boo' to those people.

I'm not bored

Fortunately, I don't have to be bored. In the pub in my home town, they still like to see me as the main act on Saturday. And as a support act on Saturday or during the week. I also regularly participate in open mic nights. And although I have a licence for busking, I often leave it at home to play the streets the old-fashioned busking way. With the police chasing me. And I give radio interviews all the time, at least three every day. I talk more than sing.

Gift to myself

To reward myself, I bought a Nykelharpa.

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