31/08/2025
The Busk was my baby once, but it's all grown up now. It doesn’t need me much these days, so I mostly just post the posters.
This morning on the prom, I wondered if some of you were feeling a bit glum about the weather. I started this thing, so I feel a bit responsible for that glumness.
But what an amazing Busk. Rain is rain and we live in Scotland. Still, I don’t think I can remember a Busk being halted by it. The story I tell myself is it’s always been sunny. Maybe there was a year where the morning chalk got washed away, but the pavements dried and the music started.
For the most part, the last Saturday in August has been sunny for the last fifteen years.
Fifteen years of turning up with your courage and creativity. Sharing art, claps, coins, smiles. That’s kind of amazing.
Every year has its magic. Remember Dolphin Busk? Maybe this year was Trapeze Busk. Have we ever had a trapeze before?
The old guard showed up yesterday, plenty of familiar faces and some in disguise. But the young buskers? Wow. Rage Against The Machine made me bounce. Radiohead brought tears.
When the rain stuck, buskers took over The Espy. But for many, the day ended early. And that’s sad. Musicians plan and practice. The Busk lives in a lot of people’s calendars and hearts.
It would’ve been lovely to play on into the dusk. Campfires. Embers. Singing. But that wasn’t our Busk this year. Bt it was still a very good Busk.
So don’t feel too down. Get outside. Let the sun smooch your face. Celebrate the magic we did make. The rain comes and goes but the memories are yours to keep.
Thank you all for another amazing Busk. I’m bursting with love.
Paul
