Last summer I was at music camp, and had been playing inside with some other musicians. When they folded up the stands and music, I took my fiddle out int the gorgeous June night and strolled over to the bon fire playing Wind that Shakes the Barley. I didn't realize it as I was doing it, but no one at the fire could see me. They just heard the fiddle tune coming over the field to them. I like it. That's me.

Susan