Whenever I see street performers I think of Joni Mitchell’s lines, “Nobody stopped to hear him, though he played so sweet and high…He was playing real good, for free.” I admire the musicians who stand on street corners, in subway stations, as dozens, hundreds of people hurry on to their destinations. Their dedication to sharing their talent in the face of indifference (and what must sometimes feel like rejection) shows how dedicated they are to their craft. I’m reminded of the story I read a couple years ago of violinist Joshua Bell who played in a Washington, DC metro station and nobody recognized him. Nobody stopped to hear him, though he played real good. For free.