I think I was a little bit in love with this singing fellow, but maybe it was the margarita talking:
I guess I just have so much respect for the people who make a living doing their music, whatever sort of music it is. I'm a little bit jealous, and wonder what my life would have been like if I had tried to do it with my fiddle.
Look at the beautiful faces. This is a job--maybe sometimes, I hope, a joy too, but a day job nonetheless: