Aaand the cat is out of the bag. Oh well, I guess it was going to happen sooner or later. Happy birthday to me!
This is one of those strips where I'm very proud of one particular phrase, and that phrase is "serendipitous lesbian sex". It makes both a good band name and it rolls off the tongue with minimal effort. Rather a little bit like what it's meant to describe, actually.
I've been teaching myself how to play the guitar recently, and I'm anxiously awaiting the return of feeling into the fingertips of my left hand. I'm no stranger to string instruments, but it's been over five years since I've touched my violin, so I've lost both the necessary dexterity and the necessary calluses to work them. On the upside, it's a lot easier to find musical arrangements for guitars than it was for violins. When you're hunting for music for a violin, there always seems to be the tacit assumption that you're bringing the rest of the string orchestra with you, which makes violins more of an ensemble instrument most of the time.
None of this is to suggest that violins are inferior in any way. Structurally, I admire violins much more, because when's the last time you saw a strangely-shaped wooden box with ridiculously thin walls and only one internal support column not collapse under eighty pounds of pressure? Yeah. That's what I thought. But somehow violins put up with that stress every day, and on top of that have rather more...intellectual associations. Sherlock Holmes didn't strum on his acoustic when he did his serious cogitating, after all.
So they're both fascinating instruments, and they both have their place. But since I don't happen to personally associate with a another violinist, a violist, a cellist, and a string bassist all on a regular basis, guitar it is. Electric guitar, in point of fact. Her name is Rubi, and she is lovely.
As for all lesbians being witches? I think Quin is just a bit cranky. I've not found any proof to back up his assertion.
Yet.
-James