I've seen that blind busker. Yeah she's good, from memory. In Indonesia the buskers come to you, which can be fucking annoying. Once I was eating chicken with my hands at a roadside place, and about five of them came over and started singing in front of me. My hands were greasy as fuck, so when they finished I just shrugged my shoulders and held my hands up, because fucked if I was going into my wallet then. They weren't happy, but it served them right.
I've got a list of all my albums too. It's the only way I can keep track of what I have and what's missing.