40s-70s modernism. Outer space.
Sex, Food and Rock n' Roll.
I wouldn't mind meeting:
Alvin Lustig, Peter H. Gilmore, Paul McCobb, Joseph Eichler, Bon Scott, Nice people and Francesca Neri, but only the Collateral Damage version.
Rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists!
Pixies, Led Zeppelin, Cop Shoot Cop, Leonard Cohen, Danzig, Bad Brains, Wire, The Police, The Cars, Seam, The Easybeats, Sadus, Big Black, Scott Walker, Chet Baker, Boards of Canada, Pulp, Them, The Seeds, Unrelated Segments, Grand Magus, Traveling Wilburys, Serge Gainsbourg, Radio Birdman, The Cramps, Otis Redding, early Metallica, early Anthrax, Suicidal Tendencies, Helloween, Whiskeytown, Spoon, Belle and Sebastian, Kings of Leon, Arab Strap, Massive Attack, Velvet Underground, Dinosaur Jr., Afghan Whigs, The Jam, Black Flag, Minor Threat, Turin Brakes, Hazel, Low, Codeine, Beatles, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, The Jam, Pegboy, Ramones, My Bloody Valentine, Helmet, Melvins, Black Sabbath, Stevie Wonder, Sick of it All, Roy Orbison, Life of Agony, The Birthday Party, Keith Caputo, Judge, Downcast, Integrity, Embrace, Dag Nasty, Reason to Believe, 1.6 Band, Born Against, 108, Shelter, Refused, Verbal Assault, Swiz, Johnny Cash, Iggy Pop, Stooges, Gorilla Biscuits, Guns n' Roses, Black Moon, Onyx, Boot Camp Clik, Sepultura, Slayer, Electric Light Orchestra, Corrosion of Conformity, A Tribe Called Quest, White Stripes, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Joao Gilberto, Waylon Jennings, Malcolm Middleton, Slut, Nick Cave.
Essentially, most music that is either dark, sleazy or both.
This is supposed to be a list of independent, foreign and somewhat obscure film, but somehow I can't seem to wax poetic about Fellini or Jarmusch when all I've truly been doing is kicking myself for not having caught that last Die Hard.
This is where I tell you how I never have time to watch TV, that television is just an evil propaganda distribution vessel, or that I'm so profoundly above such trite and vampiric distraction.
And here's where I overcompensate by listing a hundred books, most of which were read over ten years ago, and probably not in their entirety. I may fill more space by listing authors (prefaced with "Anything by _____") because really, I've only read one of their books, and can't remember the title. The sad fact is that I haven't finished a book in probably five years, because (like you) I'm too busy living and watching TV. I'm trudging through Milton's "Paradise Lost" right now, but it's hard to make any real headway when you have love for New York(2).
Randy Ransom.