Without this free pass from the city, however, you can be booted from the park or even fined.
I’m going to share how I heard about this permit, where I got it and what it was like to perform in this beautiful tourist spot.
Why You Should Perform Publicly
Public speaking is most people’s number one fear right behind spiders crawling in your mouth to lay eggs while you sleep.
That’s why some of the best singer-songwriters have poor stage presence in-between songs. They’re uncomfortable in front of a crowd when they aren’t performing.
The quickest way to kill this fear is to play & perform as much as possible.
You can wait until night and drive around to different open mics, but that’s three songs at most. It’s a slow way to get your stage legs.
Go play in public.
Also called “busking,” street performance lets you practice and play for hours in front of an ever-changing amount of people. Plus, citizens sometimes give you money without you having to ask. You’re not homeless. You’re an artist!
You can’t just swing your axe anywhere, however. There are rules. This is California, USA.
In December of 2010, I found myself without a full-time employer. I worked freelance copywriting jobs for a few months. It was good.
During that period, I had time to burn. I would hang at Balboa Park, ride my bike on nearby trails, and write songs at home.
I also started playing out at more open mics.
It was at one of these that I met a mellow Hawaiian dude named Paul Hanna. He was a civil engineer for the city, with a one-of-a-kind voice.
We were chattin’ to chat, you know? No big deal. And he mentions he had played at the park the past couple weekends. Says he has a permit that allows for this.
If you haven’t been to Balboa Park’s main hangout area, “the prado” then you need to go. It’s a wide pedestrian walkway lined with museums, art galleries and koi ponds. Visit on a busy weekend so you can see how many people from around the world enjoy this beautiful spot.
If the weather’s nice, so, 340 days a year, you’ll encounter many street performers. This is especially true on weekends, and when the museums are free on Tuesdays (more tourists). There are magicians and no-armed guitarists and fortune tellers…the people you’d see at a less syringe-y Venice Beach.
I learned that these performers usually have permits. You get your month-long permit from the City, and it’s free.
“A free permit from the government?” I thought. “Paul is a liar.”
But he wasn’t. And isn’t.
I asked him how he did it, and he told me the whole process.
How It Works
Permits are distributed by a lottery system. To participate in the lottery, you need to be at the Balboa Park Admin Office (click here for map-shot), at 10:00 AM, the first Saturday of the month.
The following Saturday happened to be the first one of the month.
Paul said I should be there early, so I showed up at 9:40 AM. When I walked around the corner of the building, there were like, 40 people already in line.
You’re standing in a line to hopefully get a permit that allows you to perform in public so that some forgiving soul maybe drops some of their folding money in your general direction. I’ll be honest. It’s a weird crowd. Many of these people do this every month of every year. They are hardcore, or super-lazy, depending on how you look at it. Everyone is cordial, but it’s like in high school when you’re hanging in a different hallway than you’re used to.
At 10:00 AM, the park rangers bring out a container filled with numbered, wooden blocks . The line starts to shuffle forward, people draw blindly from the container. This goes on until the people or the blocks run out.
You’re drawing for the order you get to choose your permit spot. You want a low number.
I got “7.” Booyah.
When your number is called, you enter the office. Ranger A takes your wooden block and hands you a permit map with 20-25 spots marked on it. Some areas are reserved for solo performers, some for groups, and a few for “acts” such as palm readers. The spots are all spread out, but limited for each type of performer. Depending on who has a lower number than you, your “genre” can fill quickly.
Of course, some of the spots are way better than others when it comes to foot traffic. The money-making areas are the prado and the botanical garden lawns. Lots of people. The worst one looked like it was on the corner of a parking lot behind the Air & Space Museum. Lame.
I lucked out and was able to select a primo spot.
Ranger B checks your ID, has you sign a paper, and hands you a stamped permit paper and park map.
You’re free to go and play.
Your permit is good for that month. You can play everyday unless the rangers tell you otherwise, or there is a special event going on. You can play in ANY spot you want, too, but the person with that particular spot’s permit gets priority.
Keep your permit with you. The police can ask for it at any time. I never saw them ask anyone, and they were always rolling by. If you’re caught without a permit, I think they just tell you to leave. Or waterboard your face. I don’t have the full rules in front of me, sorry.
Also, the only signage you can have with you is a piece of paper that says “Donations Accepted.” That’s it, no “Buy 3 CDs for the price of 4″ or whatever.
I went about two times a week the first month. Usually played for 90 minutes, and made about 10-20 bucks each time. It’s not much, but a) I’m just a dude on a guitar, nothing unique that draws a crowd, b) I needed to practice anyway, might as well get a few dollars, and c) I was underemployed, so any money is welcome.
Tourists and locals are both nice. Little kids dance. I learned a couple holiday songs including “Feliz Navidad.” Every once in a while, people stop and listen.
You get way more comfortable dealing with all types of people. People who stand really close to you. People who stare at you like you’re a giant ice cream cone. People who yell “Freebird!” while you’re in the middle of a song that took you three months to create and made you cry (just once!) during the process.
There are even people who put one-dollar bills in your guitar case. Sometimes two.
I was packing up and grabbing the money from my case one day, and there was a $100 bill inside! I was pretty stoked. Then I picked it up, turned it over and saw it was an advertisement for a church. I chuckled. Even their ads are tricky!
I went back to the lottery the next month, and drew a “4″. Beginners luck. Chose the same spot. Repeat.
If you’re not worried about lacking a permit—as I said, the cops never bothered anyone—just go and play in Balboa Park, for an afternoon. Try not to set up too close to another singer or musician. Everyone deserves the space.
Do you busk anywhere? Please leave a comment.