The sad state of local busking
With exceptions, the buskers I run into outside Tiong Bahru Plaza are a pretty sorry mix. In no order of WTF-ness:
- An elderly duo - one on erhu, and the other armed with a mic - attempting to serenade the crowd with an eclectic collection of chinese oldies. Except that the erhu is the only thing in tune, and both vocalist and instrumentalist are bereft of any sense of rhythm and tempo. Full marks for effort; none for entertainment value.
- Lady on a stool acting as a tissue seller - if by “acting” I mean actually holding out packets of tissue in the hopes of snaring customers. Will work only when tissue-selling counts as performance art.
- Silent lady on a stool holding a radio. I shit you not.
- Guy blowing random notes into a plastic recorder - presumably hoping that it’ll sound close enough to a chinese flute piece that I’ll be taken in. I’m not.
Gary :: Apr.13.2009 :: General, WTF :: No Comments »

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