Ben Westhoff Abnormally attractive pedicab driver.
Folks are grinding hard and employing increasingly-gimmicky measures to make money. But there's more to it than that. Like the bands parachuting in from optimistic heartland outposts hoping to catch the ear of that one pretty widely read blogger, Austin's Sixth Street entertainers/buskers/scantily-clad swag dispensers are clearly seeking a bit of fame themselves.
So start your stopwatches, energetic exhibitionists, because your fifteen minutes are about to begin.
Amount we tipped her: One clam for each hoop
The Hula Hoop Gypsy came all the way from Delaware, but she neglected to bring a decent tip jar with her. Her small paper tray (normally used to hold french fries) blew away with the wind. We retrieved it and donated her first offering, in hopes of weighing the receptacle down. Oh well, they say you get into hula hooping for the love, not the money.
Amount we tipped him: $1
In truth we weren't all completely impressed with the Violin Monster's playing; then again, it's probably difficult to master your instrument with tiny slit eyes. But he made our donation worthwhile. After the bill dropped into his case he reared back and howled at the sky.
Amount we tipped him: $1
The dude on the left walking was walking around in Star Wars get up. In the old days we would have been a nerd if we could identify him, but now we felt lame because we couldn't. Then he demanded a dollar. All told, his hustle seemed a little slow, so he joined forces with a dude repping Nokia. That's the guy in the trench coat holding a stuffed reindeer above his head, apparently because Nokia is based in Finland. Not sure if girl is dressed in costume or not.
2. World's Most Stereotypical Band
Amount we tipped them: $1
Their name is Fruition, and they come from Portland. They didn't seem particularly motivated; Fred Armisen dreams of meeting them. They asked for $5 to have their photo taken, but were sincerely gracious for a buck.
Amount we tipped him: $5
It's not easy to make a living when you're a camel in Texas. This guy's name was Caesar, and he wasn't offering rides so much as the opportunity to sit between his mounds. He and his caretaker were being mercilessly harrassed by a gang of gutter punks with rucksacks. "You know how there are donkey shows?" one asked. "Do they also have camel shows?" Not yet, my young idiotic friend, not yet.
-- Ben Westhoff
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