Jeff: (corrects my pronunciation) Shin-ay. Right. And other places too. First Street Cafe, Cornelia Street Cafe, Bang On, Tramps, the Knitting Factory. Anything I could find, asically. Over and over and over and over again. So I don't know what I can tell you. The only way to really make it - anywhere - is to put every bit of your being into the thing that only *you* can provide. The only angle is the art that you choose, that only *you* can provide. And to do that, you have to be quiet for a long time and find out what you bring forth. You have to know what's in yourself - all your eccentricities, all your banalities, the full flavor of your woe and your joy. What does it look like? What does it feel like? What makes it different from everybody else's. It's totally subjective. You're just given the task of bringing it up. It's like going up to some girl with a guitar and saying, "you are the only one, right now, who can make your music. Right now. You don't even know how to play the guitar. You'll find it, you'll find that chord, if you express your hear, *now*. You'll find that small inner platinum mine, that reservoir. It's something that's there, you just have to dig deep and find it. But it's something you have to do yourself. It's not something that can be pulled out of you by any teacher, not any that I've ever met. None. Close friends can tell you when you're finding. Other people who are out there doing it, they're good to talk to. But you have to find it yourself.
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