Yesterday, I met a man in downtown Asheville, a self-proclaimed "street writer," who was selling pamphlets containing a story he'd written about the upcoming presidential election. For a dollar, any passerby could buy a copy of his work (destined to be an ephemera classic). Propaganda Man is a new Asheville high-watermark for creativity in street-level busking.
With a cardboard sign (Propaganda for Sale) this enterprising writer-busker, was busy hawking his goods near Asheville's famed Malaprops bookstore, where Gene Hackman will soon be appearing to sign his new book. For a chance to purchase Hackman's work, you'll first need buy a $10 ticket to be admitted to the signing. A study in contrast to be sure.
I heard Propaganda Man remark to one quizzical passersby, "Hey, if all these musicians can earn money on the street, a writer can too!" Ironically, the guy who gave Propaganda Man the cross-eyed look was dressed like a member of the road company of Hair
Asheville. There's no place more delightfully weird, wacky, and wonderful. I'm so grateful to be living here. Thank you, Asheville!
