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  • Sometimes you find a gem in a coffee shop or restaurant or street corner. You are engaged by a musician, a singer, a drummer, a flutist, someone with talent the likes of which you can't believe is available for free. then there is the other singer, the guy who loves to strum his guitar but has no talent, rather has a bit of courage. the singing cowboy who occupies the coffee shop on the weekends where I like to work. Music is subjective, like any form of art. He doesn't need me to clap or put money into his guitar case, but he's so happy when I do. And it makes me feel good to do it too. Best money I spent all day! Next time, I'll slip a note into his case begging him to skip the Don Ho rendition of Tiny Bubbles.
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