Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for March 20, 2010
Petey:Lunch is ready. You have to come home. Alice: Nobody is listening to me play the toy ukulele. Petey: Immune to the indifference of the masses, the true artists pursues his or her art in bitterest solitude, compelled only by the irresistible tidal pull of the creative impulse. Alice: Heck with that. All I did was turn the crank so the noise'd come out. Petey: You weren't very good at it either.