Beach Busking & BBQ with Bob (Again) – Kuantan, Malaysia
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
It’s full of bacteria” he spat. “Look, there’s rats shitting on the floor, and flies landing on the rat poop, and then the flies are landing on the meat!” He looked outraged. “You take two mouthfuls of that curry, and you’ll be shitting through a straw for a week…
“You aren’t recycling, you’re stealing!” “Stealing?” I ask him incredulously, “this food is in the bin. How can I steal rubbish?”
He pulls out his phone. “I’ll give you one minute to get out of here and then I’m calling the police…”
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Old mate from the council comes over, with a security guard in tow, and tells us:
“You can’t busk here unless you have a license”
We look at him like he has just landed from another planet.
“Of course we can” I tell him. “It’s our birth right as humans to play music wherever and whenever we want…”
We rock up to the Goldy’ Rollin’ down the road. KC ‘n The Moonlight Band, Lookin’ for bed and board. We don’t got no money, But we got the blues on be assured. First stop is the beach reserve, Gotta find a place to camp. Ideally next to a BBQ, And a slinky skate…
…The night is a resounding success. We fill the car with food and only get yelled at by a security guard once. We get back to the house, tired, smelly, and smeared with yoghurt, but victorious. Bread, fruit, vegetables, watermelon, strawberries, meat, sausages, a pork roast, a leg of lamb, eggs, cakes, muffins, milk, chocolates……
Deep valley in forest, + 60 odd gypsies, hippies, pirates and other assorted freaks, + freezing cold weather, + blazing fires, + music to melt your mind and make you mad with passion, = Rainbow Gathering, Benambra. (Top pic: KC the dog. Age: 6. Sex: F. Location: wherever Craig is. Talent: singing. Turn-ons: sausages, kids,…
“When I was eighteen, I just went off and travelled… I didn’t have anybody watching me, or criticising me. I didn’t really have any money, but it didn’t seem to matter. People were so helpful and generous. My family reported me as a missing person. The police saw my truck parked in the street. They were like: ‘why don’t you call your mum? She’s worried about you.”