The singing guitarist on the park bench is as good or better than any other I have ever heard. For famous musicians who tour and play on stages, we pay a hundred dollars for a ticket, wait in line, stand in a crowd, and take pictures. For this guitarist on the bench, we eat our baguettes, read our books, clap absent-mindedly in between his songs, and maybe toss a few coins in the upturned hat at his feet. Who will stand and raise their hands for this unknown musician in the park? Who will be the first to say that he is good, even if nobody else has already set it?  think we do what others give us permission to do. I think we like the things that other people like. Maybe it is better this way; it is more orderly, at least.