It's Tête-à-tête Thursday, when I host and then post a little friendly Bourbonista banter with some of the coolest characters in the blogosphere and beyond. This week’s guest is Kim Thomas, who explores arts and activism in the Bluegrass through her Kimmyville Blog, and plays a mean ukelele.
The Bourbonista: Tell me about yourself in 50 words or less. At least one word must begin with the letter “X” and none can begin with the letter “S.”
Kim: My life can mirror a xylophone from time to time, in my attempt to find harmony in a non-melodic world. To be orderly, each note may only be pinged by a true mallet in a timely manner. Hopefully, a lone alto note will eventually emerge and reverberate, one full of the rich timbre of the lower and enigmatic octave.
The Bourbonista: Whoa...that was deep. I want to reverberate in my enigmatic octaves, too...and, if I'm not mistaken Hustler has a product that can make it happen. Moving on, if you were a circus performer, what would you be and why?
Kim: I would be the acrobat on the high wire who the cute guy has to catch in order to ‘rescue’ me from falling.
The Bourbonista: Have you not learned to never trust a cute guy, especially one who wears tights? So, what would you do if you won the lottery?
Kim: Take all my lambchops to a seaside village in Italy for a month-long vacation!
The Bourbonista: I'm one of said lambchops, right? Next question, if you were on death row…don’t act like you don’t know who you killed to get there…what would be your last supper?
Kim: No doubt about it. Lobster. May the last taste of iodine on my breath be that of a shellfish sacrificed for my pleasure … dipped in clarified butter, of course.
The Bourbonista: I think clarified butter should have its status raised from sauce to beverage. If you were to write a “Thank You” letter to your future self for all the cool shit you’ve done twenty years from now what would it say?
Kim: Hey Kim, it’s Kimmy, remember me? I was the blonde who learned how to play ukulele, the instrument that helped you find your true identity. I put you on a global tour with just you, your Kala, and all those Elvis, Beatles and Rosemary Clooney songs. That’s when you wrote your musical play about Rosemary Clooney, when you were on the road touring Europe, as I recall? Also, I need to say how grateful I am you helped bring Moutaintop Removal to an end in Appalachia and elsewhere. Pearl would be so proud that her daughter fought as an activist to preserve and protect coal country. That was pretty damn sweet, ladybug. Thanks for stopping what you were being *made* to do and doing what you *wanted* instead. Thank you for listening to what your heart was telling you.
The Bourbonista: Can I call you ladybug, too? And, in advance, thanks for ending Mountaintop Removal. Last inquiry, if you were a booze, which booze would you be and who would you want to drink you?
Kim: If a booze I’d be, I would be a single malt Scotch, a family heirloom that looks delicious and dangerous all at once, with very little peat left to pester the tongue at the end, and more oak … not so much oak that I would taste like a Chardonnay, but rather that of the breath of an ancient bagpiper with a petticoat under my kilt soaking up the hops.
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