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[Zubeydah Jamilla al-Badawiyya]

Hiya!  I appreciate those who have responded, but I guess I didn't explain 
myself very well...  *Totally* my bad. :(  Lemme try again:

I am *NOT* looking to create a professional CD of Ansteorran Bards singing 
and filking and poetry reciting, or whathaveyou.  I am not looking to 
violate copyright, or record those who don't wish to be recorded, or to make 
anyone unhappy.

What I *AM* trying to accomplish, is to record the more 'commonfolk' stories 
of Ansteorra.  Not bardic circles or Great and Wondrous Performances -- but 
the stories that fighters tell as they're pulling off their armor and 
tossing down a beer, or the stories that get told on the 20 hour drive to a 
War, or the stories that are told as folks wash dishes in the kitchen, or 
sit around a fire at 3am.

The 'no shit, there I was' stories.
The 'I got to see when So and So did Such and Such at Gulf War, and it 
Rocked' stories.
The "Okay, the SCA doesn't *entirely* suck, and this is what convinced me to 
stay' stories.
The "These people are my heroes and here's why" stories.
The "I was there, to see the tears and the sorrow when we got the news 
that..." stories.
The "I remember the first time I met... " stories.
The "how to tell if it's a good party.." story.    (Answer: It involves 
Master Oxlade, duct taped to a table, apparently.  Collected that one from 
HL Adena, at Namron Protectorate.)

Example:  I was there, when Finnican was asked to join the order of the 
Laurel.  And while his performance was *mind bogglingly* good ("we feast 
WELL!..."), THAT wasn't the part that struck me.  It was how, when TRMs 
asked him if he would accept entry... trembling so hard he could barely 
walk, he staggered over to his lady wife, and caught up her hands, and told 
her that he couldn't possibly undertake that journey without her, and how 
her eyes were filled to overflowing with tears of pride and love. How they 
embraced and it was just a beautiful and touching moment. How she granted 
him her love and support... and only then, when he had secured that, did he 
return and answer Their Royal Majesties....

I'm not looking to do epic anythings.
I'm looking to capture little bitty "snapshots" of Ansteorran history.

I can't travel as far as I would wish, throughout this massive kingdom. And 
that darned flying broomstick just hasn't been the same since I hit that 
pine tree... So... I was looking for help.

Does that make better sense as to what I was aiming at?

-Zubeydah