That was a good question. Xanadu had lived over a thousand years. She'd heard hundreds of bards, musicians, soloists, virtuosos; many of them considered the greatest of their time. She dwelled in the question while munching quietly on a crispy piece of bacon. When she spoke she looked as though she was the last person left holding memories from some place far away.
"I like simple things, I suppose. A cappella soloists and street performers. I also like Peking Opera." Xanadu smiled. "It's an acquired taste. Are you a musician?"