I don't fucking know!
Vin and Acko have decided to set up this page .......because no one else is going to bother...........
and besides we know there's better photos than ours out there!
This page is for and dedicated to anyone who ever busked on Grafton Street or ever even seen anyone busking on Grafton Street!
We want your stories. We want your pictures.
We want it all!
Thats it for now..... but watch this space...... we intend to get back to it when we are sober!.
One Love
How I made my profile:
I used Dave & Jay's amazing myspace editor .
BEING PART THE FIRST OF ACKO'S BUSKING STORIES
so i was 13 (or was it 12) an I was at me cousins birthday party in me Granny's house, the shindig was well under way and I was walking (..or falling ) down the stairs when the doorbell rang, so me cousin opened it and there's this geezer in poncho, flares. cowboy hat and jesus sandels with a gang of records under one arm and a bunch of drink under the other "FUCKIN HELL THERE's A GANG OF HIPPIES AT THE DOOR!!!!" sez I and that's how I met Vin or Swany as he was then.
over the next few months we became great mates, he was older than me and had a job so I smoked his ciggies! he was trying to learn the guitar but he couldn't sing for toffee (or any sort of confection)
so one day he was playing something I knew and i just started singing it "FUCKIN HELL, YOU CAN SING!!" sez he "YEAH I KNOW" sez I "THAT'S IT, NO MORE CIGS UNLESS YOU BECOME MY SINGER" sez he "AH BOLLIX!....OK" sez I,
so we started learning songs. got bored with that soon enough and started writing songs....crap ones at first.....but we got better......I think.
so one day Vin says "I THINK WE SHOULD GO BUSKING" "WHAT'S THAT?" sez I "IT'S WHEN YOU STAND ON THE STREET SINGING" sez he "FUCK THAT!" sez I "PEOPLE GIVE YOU MONEY FOR IT, YOU'LL BE ABLE TO BUY YOUR OWN SMOKES" sez he "ALRIGHT THEN" sez I (not seeing that he'd tricked me into singing to buy me own cigs instead of singing to smoke his).
so off we went into town a pair of fucking eejits from Tallaght hitting the big city,
we knew three and a half songs ( "All Along The Watchtower" and "One More Cup of Coffee" by Bob Dylan, "I Was Only Joking My Dear" by Rod Stewert, and half of "Gordan Is a Moran" by Jilted John). I think the first place we went was the lane beside Bewleys on Grafton Street,
to me surprise I quite enjoyed it and I made some money for smokes. so we did it a few more times and learnt a few more tunes and then me folks moved me down to Wexford!! "FUCKIN' CULCHIELAND!??! AH BOLLIX!" sez I.
so I went a bit mad for a couple of years. slept in sheds, ran away with the carnival, gave me poor mother a few grey hairs, still seen Vin all the time though. so then Vin finished his apprenticeship ( he's a baker confectioner you know! ) and moved to Clonsilla (??) so of course I moved in with him 'cos he was older than me and had a job! soon after he packed in the baking.
so we had fuck all money, "LET'S GO BUSKING AGAIN" sez he "ALRIGHT" sez I and that was it we became full time buskers!
ALL BUSKING STORIES CAN NOW BE FOUND IN THE BLOGS
