Mostly I'm a musician and a cook, not really a Bard.
A Bard is someone who captures the oral history of a society through stories, poems, and songs in a way that gets remembered; think of songs like Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, poems like Remember Remember the Fifth of November, or our very own Sons of the Dragon. Those are Bardic pieces.
Me? I transcribe 4-course guitar tabs and do my best to play them. I tell stories.
But there was this One Time when I felt like a bard.
I was at Middle Kingdom Fifty Year, heading out of the main building after judging Kingdom A&S where I got to see some amazing work.
Out in the corridor was a woman who was clearly "Done."
I said, "M'Lady . . . are you in distress? May I fetch you some water?"
"No, I'm just . . .tired."
"M'Lady, you seem familiar, by what name are you known?"
"I'm Lady <name>"
"<name?>" I knelt. "For many months have I not traveled the length and breadth of these lands, and wherever is not the name <name> spoken of, speaking of her grace, her virtue, her loveliness. But, m'Lady I fear you have been done a grave injustice, for the tales I heard, great as they were, do not begin to do the smallest justice to the wonder of the vision I see before me. I am humbled by your grace, and your beauty."
"You are SO full of shit. You're a Bard, aren't you?"