Sunday 10 May 2009

 

Am Awready Torn!

Walking down Sauchiehall St there is a bustle, staff clearing out of shops, making sure they are all closed up, pulling shutters down. But there is music, loud enough to carry down the street. I am scanning the street to spot a shop still open later than others that might be responsible. Perhaps it is the van? The plain white transit, parked length ways across the pedestrian precinct. At the same time I am trying to place the song - a woman’s voice, something poppy, with just a hint of a rock edge, reasonably classic for its time, if I could only place it. Clear of the van, and I see her, a busker. A packed heavy bag with a rig set up in it, a microphone stand for her to sing into, which is why she is so loud, why it is has so much punch and volume. By this time the song is building up and I’ve finally placed it - Torn - that song which was Natalie Imbruglia’s big hit. The girl has long dark hair, tied back, and is dressed in layers of grey and black - t-shirt, over long sleeved t-shirt, gloves, long skirt. Opposite her, there is a pub on the corner, outside of which there are a half dozen men and women, they stand in groups smoking before they’ll head back inside to their drinks. She hits the chorus and they all spontaneously join in - a rough and ragged backing choir - am awready torn!

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