howl


i was on the way home from work, and had popped into a city centre shop to pick up something i'd ordered.... outside in the street was a busker lamely picking at his amplified acoustic guitar,head down... playing some random open chords, maybe a little disillusioned.
as i waited around for some help in the shop, i could hear him getting louder and louder... until he started feeding back with a loud boom... i could see commuters and office people walking past with fingers in their ears, eyes closed in discomfort... his playing got faster and faster and more distorted, until it was almost a wall of sound, punctuated by loud squeals... honestly, i've never seen a busker lose it and go into heavy metal sun ra overdrive!
the sound forced it's way into the shop and some of the assistants were stood watching him, as this H-O-W-L took over the inside of the shop and was reverberating off all the shiny surfaces...
when i'd finished my business, i went outside and watched him tell someone walking past in a suit to f-off, over the din...
that kind-of did it for me... i went up to him, thumbs up, and threw a handfull of pound coins into his bag...
"excellent stuff, best thing i've heard in ages"! - i said.
he kind-of stopped and said thanks, as i walked off...
it's going to be one hell of a summer.

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