i am a watcher. i like to stop, and stand in the circle and smile at the performers. and eventually i learned the art of watcher timing. i don't know how to explain it, but it's easy to figure out and at the end of the last song, you leave. before the end. if you leave just slightly before everyone else, it seems more like you just had somewhere to be, than avoiding giving a few cents to the starving artists.
of course, i can understand giving some change. if they are good, or if you feel bad for them. either way, i can understand it, and have definetly done it. but when you see someone buy that cd, you think...who would ever buy that?!

classes are over, and i have nothing to do. (obviously, studying for finals was not all that important for me). so i decide to spend some time with my camera walking randomly around barcelona. and i get lost, as always. and walk for hours, and i end up by barceloneta, and walk along the beach. and, really, its a short story. saw the band playing, and stopped. watched the entire set. someone played the spoons. and i fell in love. and bought the cd. and people looked at me like i'm crazy. but i am in love. so it doesn't matter.
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