A Busker Returns

Nowhere Boy.  It's a great film about John Lennon, his growing up, discovering the banjo and the guitar as a young boy, and finally hooking up with Paul McCartney and George Harrison to form the Quarrymen.  The film ends with his leaving his aunt who raised him and his mother, who taught him banjo, to head off to Hamburg, Germany, full of hurt and anger and teenage angst.  Probably a good foundation to start a rock band.
The reason I mention this film is because they talk about their uncle who was a "busker."
This is the first mention of the word "busker" I have heard of. 

It's been a month since I've written.  I haven't played my guitar or sung during this time either.  I had an aortic dissection on Jan. 18th with ten hours of open-heart surgery, and I had to stay in the hospital for two weeks.  The odds are that only ten percent of the people who suffer with aortic dissection survive.
Well, here I am.
I guess I had a few more songs to write, a few more gigs to play here on earth before I moved on.
Now I'm home recovering.  I picked up my guitar the other day for the first time.  I played some piano.  I'm sure my playing and singing will be back to normal soon.  But this has been a very shocking and humbling experience.  I've had lot of time to think and sort things out in my head.
I've missed singing to my people in Suburban Station.  I'm hoping I'll be ready to play again around March 15th, and I'm looking forward to it.  Hope you stop by...