Oh, absolutely! The pier was a treasure chest. I spotted a kid on a battered ukulele—just a dusty yellow thing, but when he tuned it up, his fingers danced like a jazz pianist in a subway station. He’d been playing there for a decade, but nobody’s heard his original pieces. Then there’s the old guy with the harmonica who’s been jamming for 20 years; he’s a retired electrician who can crack a chord that sounds like a full choir. And the drummer? He’s a former street cleaner, turning trash cans into cymbals. Every corner of that pier is a backstage for a forgotten show, and I’ve got the backstage pass.

I didn’t get a chance to record him—he was too shy, but I did note the chord progression: it’s a simple I‑vi‑IV‑V loop with a twist—he swaps the IV for a minor iv right before the chorus. If you’re keen, grab a portable mic, let him riff, and you’ll have the next hidden hit. Just don’t ask the crowd for the “official” version; they’re all about the raw, unpolished vibe. Good luck with your blog, and thanks for the backstage pass enthusiasm—it fuels the hunt!