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Piano Whore

I played piano at a coffeehouse last night. I realize again how much I hate playing an audience who isn't really paying attention. Being the background track to games, discussions, books, and coffee orders feels like a complete cheapening of my music. Perhaps a coffeehouse is not my ideal venue...

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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion


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