Feist is big. Like Sesame Street huge---she appeared on the show this year for a monsterish countdown. Sometimes when musicians reach household-name status, it’s harder to reach them. But we got hold of Feist by email surrounded by her journal, a Steinbeck book, duct tape, a bag of Arctic vegetation, whiskey flask, phone bill and lotion. After almost seven years on the road, this lady needs a break. Right now Feist envisions hiding out “in a quiet little room somewhere with quilts, tea, books and a fireplace. Also a piano, a recorder, a tambourine and a BBQ. Maybe also a DVD, a bag of almonds, a large window and some oranges. And a puppy, some irony, a magnifying glass and cross-country skis. OK, I’ll also need pencil crayons, a good friend, semolina flour, BBQd peaches, a blank journal, a bead loom, pajamas, red wine, water, a canary, strings of coloured lights, kindling, a loud stereo, a warm parka, hope, family, concentration and lots of sleep.” For those who worry that the intimacy of Feist’s charm will evaporate in a stadium, no need to worry. She considers the size challenge a blessing: “It was a gift to be given such a uniquely Canadian creative quagmire. How to make warm what is cold? How to make intimate what is huge? We worked on the idea of macro and micro, light and shadow and making very, very loud what is very, very quiet. Illusions and smoke and mirrors, but not in the David Copperfield sense.” Some things don’t change, though. When Feist was here for the Junos in April 2006, she accessorized her cute vintage dress with a handbag held together with brilliantly coloured duct tape. While she doesn’t remember the bag, she’s not surprised by the observation. She writes that duct tape holds this whole touring operation together and that fluorescent colours are best.