SM: If you had to square off against the devil in a competition based on some area of the creative arts (i.e. a fiddle contest), what would it be?
CC: A song accompanied by my violent guitar. I have to do it all the time.
SM: When was the last time you remember being left with a sense of mystery?
CC: After an intense dream.
SM: What was the last thing you looked at just for the sake of looking at it?
CC: A beautiful woman.
SM: C.S. Lewis , William Blake, and T.S. Eliot are staying the night in a haunted mansion. Who stays the whole night, and who runs screaming out the front door in their stocking cap and pajamas?
CC: They would all stay or leave depending on how haunted the mansion.
SM: Have you ever experienced synesthesia (a mixing of senses; tasting a shape, seeing music, etc.)?
SM: If you were involved in a pirate cove caper, would you be assisting the Hardy Boys, or trying to outwit them?
CC: Trying to outwit them
SM: Let’s say it’s mandatory that the lyrics to one song be projected in moon size letters onto the sky for a year, as chosen by you. Name the song, and why.
CC: “Imagine” by John Lennon
SM: When the human race has finally mapped the ocean, and solved the mysteries of it’s depths, what will be the most surprising thing they find?
SM: Which would you rather wrestle, a tiger or a profound sense of melancholy?
CC: Melancholy can be overcome. I don’t know about a tiger…
SM: Regale us, please, with an anecdote.
CC: Listen to and follow your first instinct.