Music: playing music and listening to music. Checking out the stuff Charles Plymell and Ginger Killian Eades like because they are real cool, mind-broadening myspace friends to have. Art: for all that it can be. Vintage American stuff, not all stuff, but some stuff. Photos and drawings done by my friends in garages and barrooms, apartment sofas and roadtrip stream-of-conscious sketches, lost in the pursuit of something they haven't been able to put their finger on. Hanging out with T-licious in the garage, listening to all of the bands he turns me on to. My family and friends.
Enthusiastic people who have genuine interests.
The Minutemen, fIREHOSE, Jon spencer blues explosion, the Pogues, Townes van Zandt, John Prine, Reverend Horton Heat, Blaze Foley, Doc Watson, R.L. Burnside, Greg Brown, Phil Ochs, the Flaming Lips, Peter Case, Robyn Hitchcock, Dinosaur Jr., Butthole Surfers, Todd Snider, the Who, John Fahey, Sheldon Mirowitz (old guitar stuff), Nick Drake, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, the Black Keys, Buddy Holly, Mojo Nixon, Johnny Cash, Junior Kimbrough, Harry Chapin, Jim Croce, Cake, Sax Emble, Sandy Bull, Paul Simon, John Lennon, Mission of Burma, Leonard Cohen, Buckwheat Zydeco, Jimi Hendrix, Doug Sahm, Robert Earl Keen, the Clash, Billy Bragg, Bruce Springsteen, Lambchop, and all of these great artists I'm running into on myspace.
No Looking Back, If I Should Fall from Grace (the Shane Macgowan Story), The Getaway, The Outsiders, You See Me Laughin', Beautiful Girls, the Fearless Freaks, Be Here to Love Me, Caddyshack, We Jam Econo, the Departed, Wristcutters, Lenny, High Plains Drifter.
Jeopardy, movie channels.
Kerouac and Bukowski. On the Road, The Dharma Bums, Women, Ham on Rye, Love is a Dog from Hell. Walker Percy's Lancelot and the Moviegoer. Whitman's Leaves of Grass because I think I need it for some reason. James Tate for his ability to make boring situations peculiar and funny-the Lost Pilot, Riven Doggeries.
Phil Ochs. Mike Watt. My Dad, the great listener. My Sister, the dilligent achiever. My Brother, for paving his own way and for influencing so much of what I like today. My Mom, the compassionate heart and an open door. My Wife, for giving so much of herself and for working so hard to put the puzzle together. And my friends, who allow me the freedom to just be...immobile.