Random Music Facts:

-Instant Karma!, Baba O'Riley, War Pigs, Let My Love Open the Door and the live version of Gloria are my five favorite songs.

-Tea and Theatre makes me cry. Likewise, Crosby Stills and Nash's Find the Cost of Freedom. I'm not sure why the former makes me cry, but I know the latter is because I associate it with the Coda from Woodstock, which reminds me that the generation to which I should have belonged is about 40 years that-a-way, my heroes are either dead or getting really old, and things have changed for the worst.

-I can name a HELL of a lot of songs from 1960-1985 just by their opening strains. Or even the middle bars of a song. Anything from the Beatles to Black Sabbath.

-When nobody's looking, I'll turn on the Woodstock version of Sparks and dance like a fool.

-Before the Beatles and the Who, I only had a passing interest in music. Now it's my LIFE.

-Before 9/11, I listened to country only. But then it got too patriotic and religious for me, so I changed it to the oldies station and heard a Beatles song. Please Mr Postman. It changed my life completely, and I'm not kidding--I heard it and suddenly I was a tree-hugging, world-loving hippie instead of the angsty emo mcgoth teen I had been.

-Iron Man, Crazy Train, Enter Sandman, The Boys are Back in Town, and Cowboy Song are the first five songs I ever remember hearing. No, I don't even remember lullabies or childhood rhymes. But I can damn well sing along with Metallica or Thin Lizzy.

-When I was little, Papaw Tom would record tapes for me from Mom's old childhood records, with the Chipmunks or Tom Lehrer on them. I listened to Tom Lehrer more, and maybe that's why I'm warped.

-The only 90s band I truly, truly like is L7, and I've just become interested in them in the past few months.

-I think the Who are my favorite band now. They've managed to conquer even the Beatles in terms of my personal fangirlish silliness.

-I have a character in one of my stories who hitchhikes, writes poetry, and can communicate with reptiles. While his real name and identity are never revealed, there's hint enough in his codename--The Lizard King!

-Roger Daltrey's scream at the end of Won't Get Fooled Again is something that fascinates me more than it shold.

-I like listening to Keith Moon singing.

-I have a habit of grinning and silently mouthing the words to songs, whether I'm alone or with other people.

-If I could turn back time, I would save John Lennon, even if it cost my own life. Yes--I didn't know the man personally, never will, and only have access to his memories through questionable books and through old records and CDs... but I would sooner take a bullet for him than for a member of my own family. Does that make me weird?

-Ditto Keith Moon and Abbie Hoffman (though he's not really a musician...)

-I can't concentrate without music. If it's quiet, I space out completely and vanish off to another frickin' dimension. Which could explain that failed social studies test a few minutes ago--failed it with silence. Turned on Black Sabbath and got a 95 on it. What's that tell you?

-I honestly don't understand what was so great about the Sex Pistols.

-My fondest wish is to touch Roger Daltrey's hair. Or Pete Townshend's nose. Or Ringo Starr's nose. Because I'm a mildly creepy fangirl like that.

-Sometimes I'll watch a completely sucky movie just because it has musicians I love in it. Vampirella, anyone?

-Sometimes I'll watch a completely sucky movie just because it has one song I love in it.

-I write lyrics in my spare time. Can't read music, can't write it, but I have a fantasy life in which I'm a clever riot-girl/hippie hybrid who breaks down sexist walls in the mainstream music industry and gets a message across to everyone. I think I'd better stick to writing cheesy scifi stories and fantasy tales.