Christa Quotes

“Aquí fue. Ahí estaba. Esos leones de piedra, sin cabeza ahora, la miraron. Esa fortaleza, un día inexpugnable, ahora un montón de piedras, fue lo último que vio. Un enemigo hace tiempo olvidado y los siglos, sol, lluvia y viento, la arrasaron. Inalterado el cielo, un bloque azul intenso, alto, dilatado. Cerca las murallas ciclópeamente ensambladas, hoy como ayer, que marcan su dirección al caminar: hacia la puerta, bajo la cual no mana la sangre. Hacia lo tenebroso. Hacia el matadero. Y sola.
Con mi relato voy hacia la muerte.”
― Christa Wolf

“Give yourself when you wish to, but know that when you give yourself willingly, you are still your own.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“I am from the generation of children that watched NASA kill a school teacher on live television.”
― Steven Magee

“Her hair was the color of an angry sunset, and it fell to her waist in ripples of copper and red. Her steps-deliberate, prideful, measured-took her eastward along Evans Avenue through clouds of dust raised by the summertime street repair. People stared at the small, wirestrung harp she carried tucked under her arm. She did not appear to notice.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Her steps were light, youthful, as though she were, once again, the young woman who knew nothing of Sidh palaces or American cities, but only the green meadows and pastures of Eriu.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“She sensed youth, but also anger and rage, and a frantic grasping at power and release; the ability to scream…and be heard.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“I am a harper, not a centerfold.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Music can be a demanding Goddess who calls Her purest to Her altar and possessed him utterly.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Bill felt her presence even though he could hear nothing of her words.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Here was volume that the sea itself would have been hard pressed to match, and here was music that had never sounded from bronze strings and willow sound-boxes, music that screamed and rumbled, music that filled the club as strong mead might fill a wooden cup.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“With the cocky smile she had taken for her stage persona, she looked the audience in the eye as she chopped out rhythms, bounded up on Lisa’s drum rises, down to rejoin Monica at the microphone for a chorus, down again to the dance floor to play a lead break among the club’s patrons. Her spandex was soaked by the middle of the first set, her hair wilting in spite of its coating of spray, but still she moved with energy, grinning with a surety and an openness that would have startled her fellow students at the harpers’ school.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“In contrast to the biting energy of the music, it was a gentle spell she wove about the club.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“True, Corca Duibne was far away in distance and in time, but though she could not return to the green and fertile fields of Eriu, she could bring some of her home and her memories into this club, into the lives of the people for whom she played.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Her satisfaction with the band was still a warm glow in her belly, but Melinda’s response had tempered it. She could not say something was wrong, but all the same she could no longer abandon herself to the utter certainty that everything was right.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Six months ago she herself had been unacquainted with leather and studs, and guitars had been far from her mind.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Fourteen centuries separated their births, but they were nonetheless alike.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“If she could bring nothing else to this club full of the jaded and the flirting, she would bring a sense of love, of honest, giving affection. Love for Judith. Love for Kevin. The love of one Gaedil for another.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Sensual and yearning both, the singer’s voice drifted out, borne up and echoed by masterful guitar playing; and something about the song spoke of a love more tender than Jessica ever hoped to find in a world of plush carpet and false smiles.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“One might as soon count the sea or the Rockies as make overtures to Christa Cruitaire.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Good promo. Was that what her religion had become?”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Where was the quiet Christa Cruitaire of the crepe de Chine blouses and the khaki slacks? Gone. Her place had been usurped by this figure in tight leather and boots, a woman hardly out of girlhood with deep shadowed eyes, a mane of red hair, and breasts that strained against barely concealing spandex and lace.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Without a constant stream of students to break up her day, the time slid by unnoticed.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Harpist, guitarist: which did she want to be? She was not ready to make that decision.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“If ever she needed the reassurance of old friends and the familiar, it was now.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Music had given her much: the touch of harpstrings, the blazing fury of an electric guitar, and, maybe, Judith.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“In full stage clothing and makeup, her hair backcombed and spiked out until it was a crimson mane that glittered in the multi-colored stage lights, Christa dropped Ceis’s strap over her shoulder and plugged in.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Christa felt warm and comfortable, confident, almost cocky: after so many gigs, her stage persona manifested itself automatically. She had but to don her stage clothes, pick up her guitar, hear the hiss of an active PA, and she was Chris Crutaire, lead guitar for Gossamer Axe.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“From the stars above, from the earth beneath, from the water and stone about her, she drew such energies as would smash an entry into another universe and funneled it into her music.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe