As a working musician … No, wait, I won’t start this column with a lie. I am a musician, but “working?” Not so much. Yes, my weekend band plays a lot of gigs, but only those who’ve never laid bricks or delivered pizza for a living would call it work. Let’s be real; I play music for appreciative listeners for a few hours, drink free martinis, flirt with waitresses younger than my oldest granddaughter, and then at the end of the evening, I receive a paycheck for my troubles.
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