Ishtar is a greenwing macaw. I raised her from an egg over 20 years ago. She shares the exact birthday of Indiosa Patsy Jean Gelb. Giant Sand Howe's daughter.)
She has been on Fractured Fairytails a few times--mostly trying to bite
the foam covers off the microphones, or tossing pistacchio shells onto
the board from high on top of the studio monitors.
She doesn't have an
FCC licence, so I don't bring her in often.
But she definitely has a taste in music.
When she likes a band, she'll dance along, weaving her head up and down, like a bellydancer's hands, up and down like a dashboard doll on speed, or flap her wings and constrict her pupils and attempt to sing along. If she doesn't like it at all, she screams until we turn it off.
While Ish listened to my show for the 10 years it ran on Friday mornings, especially The Way Way Back Machine, these days she digs Pete Dixon's Beyond Room 222 on Monday nights. Hey, what can I say? She's a Deadhead.
She is also a fan of Captain Jack's... but who isn't? And she knows Dominic Trix in person. She loathes Miles Davis as much as I do. I don't know why I have a physcial aversion to that music, but it makes the back of my neck feel like it's being parboiled with blunt rusty spoons. Ishtar has a similar and ear-piercing reaction. And I have no idea why, since MD is never played around her, unless the radio is on. But I have reports and witnesses that say when MD comes on, she flips out as if she were being torn apart by boxcutter-weilding crack-heads.