Last night I made a statue crack up. Seriously.

I adore helping people who are stiff, whether it be scared stiff, angry stiff, or just plain stiff.

I do it professionally in my practice. I do it just for the joy of it with music as a strolling minstrel man, but to be without my guitar and pass someone on the street that is professionally committed to some serious rigidity, and tickle them out of it with some loving playfulness, that’s a peak experience in my world.

And someone recorded it. Yay!

The statue that lost it pays her bills by keeping a straight face.

No worries, I tipped her well.

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