Drunk Rich People are officially my favorite audience now. I swear, I just plucked and played and did whatever and they thought I was brilliant. I even did my harp warm up exercises at one point, when I had played through everything I had not once but twice! Know why? I was musical wallpaper in the truest sense of the word. I was there to lend the place atmosphere while these drunk rich people bought art.
And Chris and I got free wine and food, which is always nice.
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Oh, I remember my sense of what a rich person was when I was in Alabama. I thought a couple hundred thousand a year, a nice car, a big house, and donations to major causes were wealth.
I now have come in contact with people rich enough to make Solomon blush at their available balance... their checking accounts.
Somehow, I've always thought I had enough money and could kind of do whatever I wanted. That was until I hit 24 andl realized that my dream home cost $2 million dollars and that no amount of clever saving or budgeting was going to get me there.
I've heard you play and sister...you ARE brilliant.
(Did you get my email with the youtube video in it? An absolutely beautiful song that screamed you and Morganna)
I'm glad these lushy rich folks were nice...most I've come in contact with are real butts.
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