What’s that?” she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. “Oh, that? That’s just Pillover. ” “And what’s a pillover, when it’s at home?” “My little brother. ” “Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
And you realise you're doing a public service in making people happy - as a musician you can give people something a doctor, a lawyer, a politician cannot give them that. It's not scientific. It's spiritual - a good feeling. And although you don't know them personally, the audience are like your friends.