"Ay-see... dee-see?" Becky blinked, raising her eyebrows... she hasn't been following music since the late fifties. "Frannie, Blues is the grandaddy of modern music... it's pretty cultural for modern mortals... music with soul." she smiles slightly, her wings fluttering. "Music tastes aside... I hope you like it here... no one's ever been here before..." She smiles again, stretching her wings a little. "First person to come to one of my special places in centuries..."