Singing, harmonizing, getting a rush out of creating a new song or new lyrics(now that! is always a great feeling)... the sudden line in your head that just starts multiplying until you find yourself running around like crazy trying to find pen and paper before it's all gone... reading great books, hanging out with my amazingly talented friends who make "I will always love you" sound like the greatest song ever made! or turn the nearest bar into an a capella session, hanging out with old friends who know everything you want to tell them before you've even said a word
so many - and so different - people... my great grandmother, Thomas Troelsen, Louisa's mom ;), Walter Afanasieff, my mom's former (un)superior (to punch him... I'm normally not violent!), Franz Kafka, my mom and dad at 25, Mariah Carey, you?, A Key is A Key in 10 years from now, Jake Gyllenhaal, my future husband (in a confession booth) to let him know that he better not enter my life until I'm ready for it, Chad Hugo, my cat personified...
All the big mamas...
Brokeback Mountain, Se7en, House of Sand
...is only for emptying the head... which you sometimes need
If in doubt I'm reading Kafka these days. Funny feeling reading the lines of a man born exactly one hundred years earlier than yourself but still having the same feelings of not being able to do nothing but this one thing.I just finished Salman Rushdie's "Shalimar the Clown"... read it! Starting "The Satanic Verses" Waiting for Rushdie to arrive, I just read "The Devil Wears Prada"... it's funny. Haven't seen the movie but been told that it's baaad... the book is worth reading
My grandparents were/are all heroes without a doubt and then there's my great grandmother... I'm not sure they make them like that anymore...?