A Brief Peek at a Mountain Dew
Singing, Tori Amos Worshipping, Vampire Searching,
Concert Harp Dreaming, Vegetarianism Preaching,
Bronte Explicating, Skinny Puppy Loving, Swedish
Fish Devouring, Girl . . .
|This is me . . . in a forest . . . pretending to be asleep . . .|
Greetings visitor, heaven only knows how you've stumbled upon my little
Nonetheless . . . now you shall be dazzled by my megalomania (Maaa-haa-haa!)
I live in the middle of absolute no where . . . amidst the good ol' boys
mouthful of Wintergreen tobacco . . . surrounded by disturbingly cordial
opossums . . . flanked by fairly untainted forest (well, untainted except for
Wintergreen tobacco containers).
When I'm not chasing salamanders out of Skoll cans, I'm sitting in the
an Arctic-cold church practicing with The Choral Society of Northeast
Pennsylvania. This past season we performed Bernstein's "Chichester Psalms,"
McCullough's "Holocaust Cantata: Songs from the Camps," and Adler's "Stars in
the Dust: A Kristallnacht Cantata" . . . that's not "sunshine and lollipops" stuff,
While one wonderful nun at Marywood University made me a better vocalist,
was what I found in a practice room that changed my little musical life: the harp!
After one lesson on a concert harp, I knew it was why my hands were made . . .
some people dream of having children, some people dream of having a Porsche,
I dream of having a concert harp:
|All hail the great and worthy Lyon and Healy Gold Style 11|
Yummmmmm! You haven't heard anything until you've heard "Jackie's Strength"
on a $30,000 concert harp.
My only greater obsession is vampire folklore. Go ahead, ask me anything!
been studying vampires since I first read Bunnicula (the beta-carotene sapping
bunny that leaves a trail of blanched vegetables in his horrifying wake.) The funny
thing is that you probably think I'm kidding. But no . . .
With the support of a progressive-minded mentor at The University of Scranton,
I managed to base my Master's thesis on a psuedo-homoerotic vampire poem.
Try and top that all you gother-than-thou types! (And, yes, I can play Sisters of
Mercy on the concert harp . . . and you can't stop me! Maaaa-haaa-haaaa!).
That's all for now, kiddies.
|This is me . . . near a forest . . . pretending to be awake . . .|