I like moonlight. Especially the night of my birthday, and ESPECIALLY at Pyramid Lake. Probably also some other pretty fun stuff that would be good to watch someone else do, too, in case I'm feeling lazy. I enjoy zero-fading loop points, cleaning up bad audio, and generally making love on a microscopic level to most any kind of sound. The only time I feel whole is when I'm playing live or riding the momentum of a really good conversation, you know?
Every reflection in the mirror through all these years. Every time I looked at myself long and lost, and, instead of seeing a sweet, vulnerable, growing-up boy, I saw an under-jawed neanderthal or a thick-browed unlovable caveman. I'd learn quick hypnosis and meet myself all and cast myself a new spell each time, anew me, to wake up from every meeting with every mirror. Probably I'd like to meet a pegasus. I would really want to reach up and brush her mane, you know, admire her immortal glowing wings, but unless I could somehow disguise my own mortal stench, it probably wouldn't work out. Also, whoever put up the Easter Island and Olmec heads, 'cause, that's a lot of work and I really admire that much planning. Have you ever seen a diagram of the layout of Easter Island? It's crazy. A giant frog, made up of thousands of tiny frogs would be interesting to see, as well. I'd like to meet a hill giant who lives in a cave of chocolate, who guards the chocolate, but would share with only me.
If you please, go to my site Myspace band page and listen to my version of music. My band has a pretty good EP on a friend's label. It's pretty musical, but it doesn't open up a fissure to another dimension like I had hoped it would. www.junkstand.com Myspace.com/lullabelle myspace.com/veryproper
I do require spectacle. Please invite me to go with you if you are going to the movies to watch speciall effects adventures. I used to try to go to the movies for meaning and insight into the human condition, but product placement and irony make me angry to the point of crying. Did I mention I love special effects? Probably my favorite movie star is the ghost child from 3 Men and a Baby. I sat through that piece of shit maybe thirty times, sitting quietly, just waiting for the ghastly moment when you first see him just standing there, staring down the back of ted danson's head and his hot mom. I heard it was a hoax, I don't care, it chills me like seeing the virgin bloody mary in the mirror at midnight.
The Electric Company taught me how to be smooth, how to whisper, how to wear bell-bottoms, how to spell. And seriously, I fell in love with Arnold Horshack's sweet smile when I was about 7 or 8, I had a small sexual crisis when I figured out just how attracted I was to little Scott Baio and his wide leather arm bands. I was always freaked out about the few child stars that were destined to remain the same cuddly size, even into adulthood. You know who I mean. I can't enjoy Bonanza anymore, not since I found out that Dan Blocker died because of a botched stomach stapling. Now, whenever I see him on the telly, I just think of him grimacing and whincing in pain, and the magic dies away... I secretly hated my mom and dad for trying to get me to enjoy Battlestar Galactica, 'cause they thought that I'd like it 'cause it was like Star Wars, which I never did. Seriously, how can you like a show whose catch phrase is "Frack?" Also, the whole premise of trying to get back to earth? C'mon, what kind of creative shortcut was that? I could think of a thousand better plot devices, and I did. I also started my lifelong hatred of Robin Williams at around the same time, because at school, the other idiot kids kept regailing me with a daily dose of "Shazbot" and fucking "Nanoo, nannoo." I also secretly hated anyone who made the Vulcan salute, as well as the Mork hand. I loved Happy Days, until I realized that it only applied to non-Mexicans. My mom filled me in on that one... Though wasn't the Fonz some kind of foreigner? I pretended he was, that's why he was my favorite. Chachi, too, see above.
I tried to learn esperanto when I was 13, to create a secret cult of my own, but my brother didn't want to learn, and my sister already had a budding following... I also tried to learn conversational Lakota, but again, no one wanted to learn with me. I prefer text books as I grow older, I like diagrams and stories that make me feel smarter as I read them.
Aaaah, heroes... Marc Almond, who showed me how to be terribly off-key and shamelessly triumphant. Spalding Grey, because he offed himself in such a way as to prevent mourning. Jello Biafra, till I realized his voice wasn't ever going to change. Chewbacca, because little Mexican kids don't have any real heroes that are smart and hairy, unless you count Juan Epstein, see Television, above. Kid Koala because Chinese Canadian kids don't have any real heroes that are pudgy and badass. Donatien Alphonse François de Sade, because he's harder than any of us, including you.