“You’re just standing there singing. You don’t have a guitar. You don’t have anything except your tweed jacket, so you’re looking sharp. It’s really just you and your voice, and you’re staring at some Macy’s advertisement, and people are just walking past you. Sometimes they stop and look at you, and sometimes they give you money, but more often than not they don’t. And you start to question not only why you’re standing there singing, but also what you’re worth, exactly? Are you worth the money that they’re putting in the cup? Why are you doing this? Any time I felt entitled or spoiled, I’d go down there and sing and I’d come out with my priorities in order.”
