Wow Steven, I feel like I just watched a lost Frank Capra movie about busking. I always dreamed of such a scenario happening to me while I was freezing my ass off on far flung corners in my younger days. I used to hitchhike around the country and I'd busk for change...only I hadn't even heard the word "busk" back then.

You made my night, though. It happened to SOMEONE. I think all those people who actually stop and listen and toss a few coins---you know, the ones who really do stop and smell the roses---I think they all would like to see this happen...and when it really did happen for you, I'm sure a lot of those people felt just as rewarded as you did, because they got to BE there for that Big Moment.

Listen to Brian...he pulls no punches and he knows how things work. Keep on singing.

"Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum."
-Bob

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