When Rod Stewart Appeared From Nowhere And Sang With A Busker In London

Walking down a busy city street usually means hearing buskers. You can sing if they play a tune you like. You might stop, listen, and offer them coins if they’re great. Ever pondered what the song’s original vocalist would do if they died?

Thank goodness a camera phone caught the incident for the internet. Henry Facey, a seasoned busker, starts the video on a cold London street. He played his last song before warming up inside. Playing 1969 Rod Stewart song Handbags and Gladrags.

Popular Welsh band Stereophonics covered the song in 2001. Rod Stewart from the audience asks his microphone as Henry begins to sing. Henry handed over the microphone, shocked. Give Rod Stewart everything he requests! Who would refuse to perform with him?

Rod sings huskily while Henry plays. When his voice reaches the crowd, double takes and gaping mouths occur. Rod Stewart sang for free in Piccadilly Circus, where concertgoers pay a fortune.

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