There
has been a real explosion of panhandler musicians in the skywalk system of Des
Moines over the past 7 or 8 months. I
see them all the time on my way to lunch.
They are always on the portion of the skywalk that is over the street. I guess that portion is considered public
area, so they can’t be kicked out by the businesses.
The
people you see are often the same but in different places every day. The regulars are mostly solo acts with an
acoustic guitar. They are always
male. They usually appear to come from
the lower socio-economic classes. They
all have an open box seeded with a little starter money to encourage tips.
The
musician I like least I have nicknamed Bob.
Bob only knows one musical phrase.
I think this phrase is from a Bob Dylan song. It is at the most maybe 10 bars long. The good news is that the end of the phrase
repeats into the beginning of the phrase easily. The bad news is that I hear THE SAME THING
FOUR TIMES FOR EVERY SINGLE TIME I NEED TO WALK BY HIM. My evidence for saying it’s a Dylan song comes
from the Dylan shirt that he wears about every third day. He tries to sing a few words but it never
comes out as anything more than a whisper.
He has the look of an old Vietnam vet with a long, scraggly white beard.
The
musician I like the most is quite friendly and always has a wide variety of
songs to play. He seems like a guy who
is always happy. His look is more like a
mid-50’s Native American who has no reservations about his heritage and is
proud of it, but is firmly integrated into the rest of society. He looks people in the eye and will give you
a smile while he is singing. He also
briefly interrupts the singing to thank everyone who gives him a tip. The guitar playing doesn’t stop though. He does the guitar equivalent of marking time
during that. I’m sorry to say I don’t
know his name though or have a nickname for him.
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