It’s dry out there. I should just dump out my planters. I haven’t watered them, and everything is quite dry and dead. If enough of you volunteer to join me, I will initiate a community rain dance on the 400 Block tonight. Nudity not required.
1. I’ll start with a stupid question. I’ve never experienced live music, and I have a question pertaining my involvement. What do people do when they listen to the music? Do they sit and stare at the musician? Do they start grooving along with the tunes? Do they sit quietly and comment with their neighbor on the quality of the music? I’m so used to typing or writing or doing sudoku while I listen to music at home, I’m worried that when September comes along when I go see Scott Holt at the Fillmor, I’ll look like an idiot.
2. When you were a child, did you have a “lovey”? Like a blanket or a stuffed animal, maybe a lucky rock. I didn’t, and I think I always felt like I should have, but I was pretty easy to please. My husband still has his ratty ol’ teddy bear.
3. What is the craziest thing you ever did with a group of friends? I’m sure I did a lot of stuff in college, but I wasn’t sober enough to remember them later. I think one time we took an armful of stuffed animals to the grocery store, strapped them into a number of carts, and went shopping. We thought it was so funny; in retrospect, it was totally lame.
4. What is the appeal of white walls? One of my favorite things to do is choose colors for the walls in my home. It feels like a world of possibilities and magic, so versatile, so effective in directing the mood of a room. I always feel kind of sad for people who prefer white walls.
