The Hazards of Street Performing

I have never told this story before. Not to thehad already told him how this little harmless tool is
world anyway. A few years back I decided toused and that it was certainly not a weapon.
take a sabbatical from everything and just takeAt this point they announced that they were
my guitar on the road. I worked my way fromgoing to arrest me for Violation of the Miami
Austin Texas down to Miami Beach. I would playBeach Ordinance against street performers.
around Ocean Drive and Lincoln Road. It's a tough"No you're not. I'm sitting here on a Sunday
gig to play guitar on the street.Morning minding my own business and I haven't
Technically at that time I guess I was consideredbroken any laws, and I can play a guitar
as homeless but I prefer residentially challenged. Ianywhere I want. Can you give me back by capo
literally gave away all of my possessions when Iplease?"
left Texas and I don't know why. Maybe I justOn the police report they wrote that I had,
wanted to know what it would feel like to have"lunged toward them", right about now. That was
nothing but the clothes on my back and mythe moment when I held out my hand; palm up.
guitar. To this day I believe I was divinely inspired.The officer behind me promptly grabbed me
A man learns something from having nothing. Noaround my throat. The officer holding my capo
one who has never been in that position can evertook my left hand and begin to bend my fingers
understand. I truly feel thankful today for what Ibackward, and the other officer grabbed my right
have and empathize with anyone sleeping outarm and began to try an arm bar. Now I guess
doors today regardless of what situation maythat when the police are trained in all of these
have put them there.maneuvers, that they are not trained in what
When in Miami Beach I would sleep sometimeshappens if three officers are applying three
behind buildings and even right on the beach. Idifferent methods simultaneously. Let me explain
always would chain my guitar to me along withthat the human body can't bend in that many
my bag. In order to steal from me a thief woulddirections at one time. So resolutely I began to
have to wake me up and most thieves are tooscream for help at the top of my lungs and
darn sneaky to want to go through all of that. Idemand that they release me. I was in pain and
would take my shower every morning outside atcouldn't cooperate because which ever direction I
the public shower on the beach. Then play a fewturned the other would think I was in defiance.
hours. Later I would sit outside the Starbucks andWhat followed is that the officer behind me
have coffee and make pleasant conversation withapplied deadly force with a choke hold and I could
the super rich. It was almost like I was living theactually feel that my air passage was blocked and
lifestyle of the rich and famous but on a budget.I was being strangled. I blacked out for a moment
Other people on the street who knew who I wasand hit the ground face first with my arms still
felt a feeling of safety when I was around.being held by the other officers. First I hit my
Sometimes I would sleep on a life guard towerknees and then straight to my face. At this point
and I would notice a few of the same facesthe officer behind me who had applied the choke
would sleep nearby. Bag ladies, male hustlers whohold decided that despite the fact that I was face
had just gone crazy from a life of prostitution,down on the pavement I was still struggling. What
illegals who were trying to keep a low profile,he did was grab me by my forehead and pull my
basically people who would not harm anyone andhead up and backward and sprayed mace directly
were tired of being harmed.into my eyes from a distance of one inch. They
They knew that around me there was no drugsthen cuffed me bleeding and battered and pulled
or alcohol, and we spoke little to each other but Ime to my knees, and left me sitting for abut
could tell that a certain type of person wouldthirty minutes while they wrote their report. The
migrate near my presence. It's funny even whenwhole time they taunted me about the snot and
someone doesn't have a home they migrate toblood on my face and my overall condition. They
the same familiar spots. The same places toasked me over and over while laughing,
camp. Familiarity is good. These people live a daily"How does that mace feel?"
life of isolation even though they are surroundedThey even told me they were going to toss my
by many.guitar into the garbage.
The drunks, drug dealers and mean people, I justThey took me to the hospital for a check up, left
stayed away from them. This period of time onlyme in the back of the cop car for an hour,
lasted a few months. I had found a job and wasbrought me in and I remember speaking to
actually working when the Police came upon mesomeone who refused to address any of my
one morning. Imagine working hard but still unablewounds or acknowledge I had any, and finally
to save enough for a residence. I wouldn't evenprocessed me to a holding cell still in a state of
carry the money on my person. I would onlyblindness.
carry the money I made playing guitar and thatI refused to plead guilty to either charge and they
was never more then say $75.00 to $100.00 on awould not release me until the trial because I had
good night.no legal residence. I spent a total of twenty-three
I was sitting in front of the Starbucks on a benchdays in the Miami-Dade County Jail. While I was in
away from their terrace on the street. A publicJail I fell in with the Cubans who all seemed to like
bench not a bus stop. It was a Sunday morning,me. Probably because of their rich musical
about 9am just after a rain, and there wasn't aheritage. They couldn't understand what the heck
soul on Ocean Drive. I had been through a harda guy was doing in jail for playing guitar. I am sure
night with the rain. I was really sitting on thethey saw this as frightening, as they had all just
bench waiting for the sun to come out and dryfled Fidel. They gave me songs of freedom to
my bones. I opened my guitar case as it hadplay when I got out. One song in particular about
become wet and I was quietly strumming andthe long raft trip someone makes when fleeing
tuning my guitar when the police rolled up.Cuba was called "Cancion del Balsero." I played
I did my best to just ignore them, but within athat for weeks afterward. I always drew a crowd
minute or two another car had arrived. I soon hadwith that one. I found out later I had the timing
three officers standing as tightly as they couldand Spanish of the song all wrong, but people still
around me. I went through the usual preliminaryliked it.
questions, showed my ID, and really wasI was charged with resisting arrest and violation
expecting them to leave. I guess it was my turnof the Miami Street performing ordinance. Later
that morning. One of the officers grabbed mybefore a jury and with a wonderful team of public
capo which was on the bench next to me anddefenders who truly cared about the US
begin to toss it around in his hand.Constitution, I was found to be Not-Guilty of both
"What's this", he asked?charges. I watched in the court room as all three
I explained how it is used to change the pitch onPolice Officers tried to tell their fabricated story
my guitar, at least I was trying to explain whenbut the Judge and Jury did not buy any of it.
he interrupted me:Later after I walked from Jail I got my guitar
"It looks like a weapon to me", he said.back. I kept a copy of the trial transcript in my
I started to explain but he cut me off again andpocket just in case. From time to time I would
this time told me that because it looked like ahave other street performers and artists thank
weapon that he was going to keep it. Toome for overturning the Miami Beach ordinance.
dangerous for me to be carrying around. I stillThe city fought it all the way to the Florida
remember him grinning at me holding my personalSupreme Court and lost again and again. The
possession which had about a $12.00 value, not toACLU represented my case at the state level.
mention the fact that I would not be able to findPeople have asked me why I never sued the
one without taking three busses to North Miami toCity. Why should I? Why would I want to take
find a music store. I knew all about that triptax dollars from regular people just because of
having made that all day trip once before to getthe corrupt laws of the City they live in? Why
some decent strings.should I hold every day people accountable for a
Well I had had just about enough so I made thePolice Force that doesn't know that it is wrong to
big mistake, I stood up. After I was on my feet Ithreaten to kill a man for strumming a guitar on a
held out my hand, palm up, and very politelyquiet Sunday morning? Victory doesn't always
asked the officer to please return my personalhave to be about personal gain, and sometimes
possession to me. I tried explaining again that Ivictory comes with some pain.