The concert is excellent. The audience has a special experience, the vocalist has the satisfaction of having done the best she could do and of knowing what she did was enjoyed by others. For her, the occasion is a success. People make galleries of their paintings on their front porches, and a fellow plays his classic mandolin in a corner at a local farmer's market for his and others' pleasure. The farmer at the market sells his lovingly grown yellow and green organic squash, product of his own particular farming methods.
Poets read their works on the village green, and writers write in tiny cabins and drafty farmhouses.
When I worked as a ranger, I shared an office with a successful writer of novels. Down the hall, the administrative secretary was really an herbalist who grew all kinds of interesting things and could make you a wound ointment or a tincture of echinacea for your immune system. A plant biologist in our office was writing a brief history and cataloguing all the cemeteries on the island, which he was going to self-publish. Another biologist collected local folk music and sang it at intimate gatherings of friends. Creativity and individuality surrounded me.