Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-duuuuuuum.. da da da dum.

The great thing about wandering around aimlessly after a show lets out is stumbling upon the talented and zany buskers vagabonding their way and performing for the means to buy themselves a bento. I thought for sure the festival promoter pays these guys, the fire dancers, the harmonica and kazoo players, jugglers, clowns, etc. to be here and bring their effervescent blend of fun and funny to the crowds in small, spontaneous circular doses. But this fellow in all his honest banter as he juggled 4 flaming bowling pins, telling jokes, and making the sickest balloon animal I have ever seen, says that all his pay comes from the audience appreciation. So in other words, don’t be too stingy with your change purse if you like what you see.

Though far from a beggar, this guy was good, had the crowd, including kids in stitches, and clapping amidst oohs and ahhs to his delight. And most everyone was happy to drop some yen into his alms bowl at the conclusion of his happenstance performance.

I didn’t snap a picture of him personally performing because I was too mesmerized, though I got evidence of his balloon animal-ing skills here for you.

So if you hear or see anybody gradually making a circle, advertising amidst the loudspeakers from stages all around in a carnal scream or a humorous introduction, spitting fire or the like, maybe slow down and see what all the fuss is about. If you are bull-dozing others just to get in front for MBV or something, you might just miss the awesomeness right before your eyes.