Storytelling Festival

So...I've been asked to perform at the GSLIS Storytelling Festival this coming Saturday, April 21. I was totally shocked (but incredibly happy) to be asked, especially since my class nominated the story-songs I sung in Storytelling class.

I will be singing either "Mr. Fox" (creepy), or The Scotsman (funny), or both. I'll find out on Monday what it is going to be. And they record the Festival (let's hope they actually figure out the equipment *before* the performance this year), so even if you don't come see me in the flesh, you'll be able to listen later.

You know, I've never heard a recording of myself? I don't know if I'll be able to listen to the recording once it's done. I know I have a nice voice, but the last time I was asked to sing in a public performance was when I was in the second grade. I bowed out of that one (major stagefright!), but I'm not backing out of this one. I just hope I can start on a comfortable key, unlike the last two times I sang. One was too low, the other was just not quite right. Not off-key, but not my strongest voice. Here's hoping...

A need for tunes. Or something.

So yesterday, while home sick (yes, still. i can't believe it either) and doing entirely too much web surfing, I entered a Consumating conversation about music and bemoaned the fact that without a boyfriend, my music collection has become quite stale.

Yeah, that was me, being pathetic. I don't need no stinkin' boyfriend, I have friends to introduce me to new music! And the local radio stations, but that's besides the point.

So now I call upon my peeps (because I'm hip like that) to send me recommendations for music I should be listening to. If you can copy me on some that would be great, but a playlist or the like is welcome too. Luckily, the local public libraries are pretty well stocked on the music end of things.

But before I let go of the whole "boyfriend = new music" thing, I would like to thank my most recent, uh...suppliers for their contributions to my collection. Thank you Steph for Sufjan Stevens. I listen to him over, and over, and over again. Thank you Half-Normal Mult, for letting me snag 5 albums worth of music, much of it unfamiliar. And thank you Brandy, for last year's Holiday, Children's, and Easy Listening mixes.

So with that, I now declare Brandy to be my new boyfriend. Because on the Internet, you can be any sex that you want to be. Or gender. Or species, for that matter. But Brandy, you've been treating me bad. You never call, or write. Baby, where have you been? Gimme a call, update your blog, I miss youuuuuuuu!!!! [sob!]

Hey. I blame it on the cold medicine.