Posts by Natalia Saw Lady
Is That Made of Cat Intestine?
When busking at the St George ferry terminal in NYC I know to go directly to the guard with the bomb-sniffing dog first, before venturing further into he space. If you don’t do it and you have a large bag – they’ll chase you. The dog, Tailor, was lounging on the floor. “Sorry to wake…
Read MoreMy Grandad and His Musical Saw
Every now and then I come across poems about the musical saw. It gives me great pleasure to share with you this poem, written by Mark Abraham, a Manchester based poet, whose work is regularly featured in publications across England and Wales. Mark wrote this poem about his grandfather, George Bromwich, who played the musical…
Read MoreA Deluge of Poems About Street Musicians
I just posted a poem about busking yesterday, and a few hours later I received a fantastic comment, from Willa France who wrote: 14th St. Station on Wednesday, 19 January ~ 2:45 pm Saw Lady I descend into an alphabet maze of Union Square Station there entranced by ethereal sound teasing me in, on, around—…
Read MorePower of Music
Every now and then I come across poetry about street musicians. This time I found a real gem – a poem about a street musician by Wordsworth! Written in 1806, it could have just as well be describing subway musicians and their audiences in the subway of NYC today: POWER OF MUSIC/William Wordsworth AN Orpheus!…
Read More20 People Together is a Lot
As I waited for the subway train to take me to my busking spot at 34th street, there were MTA workers taking a break on the platform. One leaned a ladder against the wall. Then I saw what they were doing – new white speakers were placed by the ceiling every 10 feet. This is…
Read MoreWas There a Musical Saw Player in the Subway in 1905?
As I entered the subway station a gentleman said ‘hi’ to me and mimed as if he was playing the musical saw, to indicate that he knows who I am. While I was setting up my busking gear two guys sitting on the bench came to ask me what musical instrument I play. A young…
Read MoreIt’s Special Because It’s Live
On my way to the subway station a guy in a white shirt said: “Saw Lady!” He said he’s been seeing my flyers advertising the Musical Saw Festival or my CD for years, on the billboard at the park. He has lived in the neighborhood for 20 years. It never ceases to amaze me that…
Read MoreWassailing
I am a Wassailer! Wassailing (pronounced to rhyme with fossil-ing) is an old English word for ‘busking during the Christmas season’. It is found in old Christmas carols such as: “Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green. Here we come a-wand’ring so fair to be seen. Love and joy come to you, and…
Read MoreThe Dogs are Great, It’s the People That are Difficult
While busking in the subway, on the platform of the 6 train: Guy: “I saw you before, at the 14th street subway station”. Saw Lady: “That’s my favorite busking spot”. Guy: “You seem to always enjoy what you do”. Saw Lady: “I’m very lucky to be able to do what I love and to share…
Read MoreRat & Roach Poison
When I got to the terminal of the ferry to Staten Island, the guard with the bomb sniffing dog greeted me: “Saw Lady!” Two men on a tall dolley were fixing the big running sign above the entrance to the terminal. It had numbers from 1 to 9 all along. As I was setting up…
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