two words: paying gig
Next Sunday I have a gig at the pumpkin patch. Who knew such an option existed in the world? The pumpkin patch owner heard me play at Kool-Aid Days (another very prestigeous gig!) and called me up. Nice! Two hours of music, probably on the front steps of the barn (inside which are face paints, a fake goat you can milk, and old fashion board games) if weather allows. Fifty bucks and the whole family gets in free.
Being a small town singer-songwriter has it's benefits.