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1. What type of music do you like to make?

Type as in the instrument or type as in the genre? Hmm...I love to sing. I'm actually pretty good at it, too, which is nice. I don't get to do it as often as I used to, because I don't like singing when other people are around. This isn't because I'm ashamed of my voice, but rather because I respect that just cause I want to sing doesn't mean people want to hear me. I used to sing a lot in the car during my commute to work, but I no longer have that hour-long drive back and forth in the morning and evening, so not a lot of singing for me.

As to genre, I love all sorts that really let me whip out my voice. I'm not as much a fan of modern pop/rock because of this, and I don't like the Divas cause they're mostly range monkey's, and don't spend a lot of time on modulation and richness. I'm a huge fan of showtunes, obviously, and I *love* Gilbert and Sullivan cause they're opera light. One of my main sing-by-myself loves, though, is trad and folk songs. I think it's because they sound okay if you're singing them a capella, but also because they have all this cool subject matter like death and blood and weird alien fae stuff, and crows pecking out a knight's eyes, and a madwoman going to hell to get souls to eat, and a spurned lover cursing her betrayer and then dying. Great shit.

I'm going to be taking harp lessons this fall. I'd rather violin, but the violin is a more difficult instrument and the classes are full.



2. Summer thunderstorm or Winter snow storm?

This is a hard one, mostly because where I come from we don't have either, so both are really new and really a treat. On the one hand, there's all the power and noise of the summer thunderstorm, and the weight of the rain pounding down. I love rain. There's the possibility of the electricity going out, or of seeing a lightning bolt strike somewhere close by (I have to admit, I constantly wish for both these things). On the other hand, with a really good winter storm, you get the entire world whited out, and that strange muffled quality to the sound of the world. The lay of the world changes, and for a while it's just amazing. Plus, school might be cancelled and businesses closed, which is always fun, and again the electricity might go out-yay! I guess I would have to say winter storm, but only because they're so much more infrequent. I've had a lot of summer thunderstorms, but very few really good winter storms.



3. Pirates or Ninja... oh wait.. nevermind. We know that one. Lessee... lets make it hard. Pirate or Cowboy?

(And notice I have just added in a third member to the eternal struggle... *Coyote Grin* )

Blech. Can I choose neither? I'm sorry, I just like my guys smooth and clean and with good teeth, interesting clothes and witty reparte. I even like my scoundrels to be dashingly debonair (like highwaymen). I know that others like the rough, uncut diamond type, but really, it just means you have to do all the work to clean them up. I do not have Dr. Doolittle/Pygmalian fantasies. I avoid western and nautical romance novels like the plague. I even avoid medieval knightly ones, cause the hero is usually a rough, brawling knight (actually, I also avoid Irish/Scottish highland novels as well, though mostly that's cause the historical flaws drive me batty!) I prefer Jane Austen-style regencies, with guys who have smooth, polished manners and miens. I just really can't choose between pirates and cowboys, because it'd be like asking me to choose between eating dirt and eating sand. Blech to both.


4. What is your favorite "comfort" meal? Snacks don't count.

Chinese Chicken Salad from Souplantation. There's this salad bar restaurant in California that has really fresh produce and great prepped salads and soups and breads, etc. They have, hands down, the best chinese chicken salad ever. Every time I go back home I have some. My favorite afternoon off relaxing activity used to be to buy a book and go to Souplantation for a few hours to read and nosh on my salad. It was great, and I miss it.




5. What is the one thing you love about the British Isles that tops the list?

The way that it fulfills my imaginings. Not all the time, and sometimes I love the way it breaks them. My interest in and love for the Isles has a lot to do with my reading material as I grew up -- fantasy and folk tales. In my reading I developed an ideal of the Isles. My concept of what a forest should be was shaped. My imaginative ideas of countryside and ruins and mist and a hundred other little things was developed from the romanticized descriptions of the Isles.

But the thing is, they're really like that in a lot of places. Moss really does grow as thick and springy as a carpet (ask Bryn!) You really can walk around a bend in a road and find yourself stumbling across a ruin of wet stone and overgrown creepers. There's beautiful houses and quaint villages and friendly country folk. And even though there are problems with all of this (and I'm dedicating myself to helping figure them out and solve them), it makes it so that my love for the place is not soured by disappointed expectations.



What YOU do:
1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 -- You'll include this explanation.
5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

oh please oh please

Date: 2003-08-05 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bugsy-siegel.livejournal.com
Bring on the questions, and I will do my part.

I want to see what kind of questions you think up.
:) S.

Date: 2003-08-05 05:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bneuensc.livejournal.com
I remember that moss. It's been one of those weird, random little details that's just stayed with me. The moss, and picking blueberries, and the evening you and Heather and I walked down to the pub but got there so late we just turned around and walked back, and that was fine, because the walk was in the dim blue twilight (and then the, er, impenetrable black night) and I recited the opening to Canto II of "The Lay of Leithian," and it all just felt so right.

There should be more occasions when one can spontaneously recite creepy poetry in near-darkness. I honestly felt like there might just be fairies in the trees, listening.

Every place I've been to has its own kind of magical qualities; those just happen to be the ones I associate with the British Isles.

Date: 2003-08-05 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clndestyn.livejournal.com
Me! Me!! (Wendy)

Date: 2003-08-05 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princess706.livejournal.com
I wanna know what the kitsune-mom wants to know.
Pick me!

Date: 2003-08-06 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coyotewatches.livejournal.com
Tit for Tat...
Sign me up.

Date: 2003-08-06 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bneuensc.livejournal.com
I resisted for days, but I'm finally giving in. Ask away!

Date: 2003-08-07 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ellegua.livejournal.com
This is getting addictive.

Moi aussi, s'il vous plait?

Date: 2003-08-07 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moonandserpent.livejournal.com
Hmmm.

All right, I'll bite. My life is an open book anyway.

Date: 2003-08-07 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gollumgollum.livejournal.com
me too!1 ;)

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