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	<description>Musical Saw Player Natalia Paruz comments on busking and performing</description>
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		<title>She Probably Doesn’t Remember Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Making my way to my busking spot in the subway, as I was climbing up the subway station&#8217;s stairs, an elderly gentleman who was going DOWN the stairs volunteered to reverse his steps and help me carry my busking gear &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=458">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Buskers&#8217; Game</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As a busker (street musician) I find this busking computer game amusing: it teaches buskers to avoid falling washing machines and chairs thrown at them by people living above their busking spot, who don&#8217;t enjoy the music: Hosted by Daily &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=462">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Bend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Subway buskers also perform above ground, in &#8220;legit&#8221; venues&#8230;: I was interviewed for WNYC radio. Here is a piece they played &#8211; &#8216;Bend&#8217; by Scott Munson for string quartet and musical saw (my playing). (function(){var s=function(){__flash__removeCallback=function(i,n){if(i)i[n]=null;};window.setTimeout(s,10);};s();})(); I recently played this &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=452">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Why I Play Music on the Street</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every now and then I come across poetry about busking &#8211; the art of performing on the street. Here is a poem by JIMMY ISAMBARD, who is an artist and musician living in London, UK: Photographer: © Rachel S. Geylin &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=449">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Drawing Portraits on the Train</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While busking at the Whitehall Ferry Terminal in Manhattan, a guy who works on the ferry-boat asked me if I&#8217;ve lost &#8220;one of those&#8221; &#8211; he said as he pointed at my musical saw. He said that he found a &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=443">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Homeless, Haikoo &amp; the New York Times</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was busking at the 14th street subway station, Joe, the homeless man who has an artificial hook hand, sat on the bench for more than an hour. He told me that he could hear the sound of my &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=419">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Playing for Pocket Change</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was playing at the Music Under New York busking spot at 59th street &#038; Lex subway station, Mark and Michael of &#8216;Suddenly Tragic Productions&#8217; stopped by to chat with me. They asked me a lot of questions. Of &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=416">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>An Elevator Has Two Sets of Doors</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was busking at the 14th street subway station, a teenager named Art rubbed my musical saw with his hand three times and said: &#8220;can I have three wishes?&#8221; He then went on to say: &#8220;I wish you&#8217;d play &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=414">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry and Art</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If I didn&#8217;t play the musical saw in the NYC subway, I would miss out on meeting some of the most wonderful people in the world whom I&#8217;ve met in the subway. One such gentleman is Jeffrey Dayton, who surprised &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=413">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>I Think of You When You&#8217;re Not Here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I was playing &#8216;Over the Rainbow&#8217; while busking at the 14th street subway station, Joe Lucas, the homeless guy with the hook arm, showed up. I haven&#8217;t seen him in months. He went to Montana to visit a friend &#8230; <a href="http://www.sawlady.com/blog/?p=412">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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