Imagine that you are in a band. You strive to play. You strive to enrich. You strive to put up with the road. You play bars, coffeehouses, small venues where almost no one has ever heard of your band. But every so often, you go back to that certain venue or that certain geographic area where your reputation for enlivening music precedes you. For one glorious night preceded by drudgery, you see faces of people you almost recognize light up with glee. They try to crowd around you. They try to engage your interest. They tell you how much you and your band means to them. They tell you how you inspire them. They tell you they have every stitch of recorded music you've ever laid down on a track. The polite smattering of applause you recieve at other places is transcended, this one night, with great whoops, whistles and wails. Your audience calls you back for no less than three encores. You are a star. For one evening you are the center of attention. Everyone is focused upon you and you can do no wrong. This is why you play. This is why you enrich. This is why you put up with the road. To ascend to the heavens, if briefly, and shine down your twinkling talent for the world to see.
We make The Nields stars.
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