--The Fort Wayne Hip Hop Crew: Yes, Fort Wayne has a hip-hop dance collective. (No info online yet, but one wicked awesome "website under construction" page.) They drew the largest crowd, so I wasn't really able to see the dancers until near the end. It was then that my father pointed out that they were reflected in a few angled windows of the nearest high rise.
--Juggling giraffes: Yeah. Involving stilts.
--Foo Fighter Wanna-be live music: He really wasn't bad, but he was trying so very hard to sound like every other growly derivative indie/alternative rocker. But then, it was hard to hear him over the music blasting over the local pop station's speakers. Pink, All American Rejects, The Fray. Totally not busker worthy.
--Flute girl: She seemed a little out of place, playing her Mozart sonatas (trying to drown out both the live singer AND Pink on her own) and her flute was a little shrill, but she had some serious skills. Give that girl an alto flute and a concert hall.
--THE MIME: . . . .
--Rhythmic Dancer-Lady: First, I almost ran into her. That could have been 1) embarrassing and 2) dangerous. She looked ferocious. I was going to say that she looked like a failed ballerina, but then I shouldn't make fun of failed ballerinas. I would give a heck of a lot to be any sort of ballerina, failed or otherwise.
--Gardener Statue: This guy was what I think of when I think of buskers (and you know I think of them all the time). He was doing the human statue routine and really confusing the poor little kids who gathered around him. The funny thing is that he looked a lot like my Uncle Sean.... I actually have a picture of him posing as a statue.
The best part of it all was just seeing all the people downtown. It was a gorgeous evening and, besides Buskerfest, there was a TinCaps game going. The restaurants were packed and the sidewalks were full of people out enjoying the evening.
I just can't believe I didn't have my camera along.