Communication of ideas through any means necessary. The point is so easily lost in things standing alone, that sometimes these days, you must create your own point on the meaning of the situations. Where choices create tangents of thought roughly unexplored. Experience of life is the greatest key we have while Here, and to communicate these experiences is what guides life forward, to deny the flow of living and knowledge is to deny the self. Anything that creates a reserve for seeking all knowledge, even just trivial information. The spectacular to the mundane is all fodder for the consumption of mind's eye meals. To take the role of one to whom other worlds of ideas within the milieu scope imagination affords are revealed. Stories are sometimes all we have to share with one another on an equal scale of play. I also enjoy playing and creating music, and the concepts derivative thereof. Writing tales and lyrics that overwhelm the imagination by leaps and bounds. Thinking thoughts of fantastic proportions, and applying those ideas to my small scale of life. Speaking and thinking beyond taboo abstract artifacts. Seeing the forward motion, and punting it along a little further.
My fellow musicans, artists and thinkers who are willing to freely express all that life entails. The harmony through dichotomy both light and dark that we are all subject to in this plane of reality, not some mockery of friendliness, but a true and dedicated sample of the expression that I'm starving for. Not the pleasurable little hideaways within our minds, but those places we have yet to explore, without a totally judgment-free outlook through the cultural lens. If you can't help guide me through the narrow courts and stairways that propel us further into the mystery then I can't aid you in your quest to get where you're going either...I will not be subject to the idle chatter no longer...cattle chatter...
Too many to list Here, but I do enjoy any styles as far as listening is concerned. The weird and wild ways of anyone with originality is a plus. Open to many different rationalities of musick. Trying to move beyond bass-playing as a musician by taking time with percussion, synthesizers, singing, and songwriting. Having extensive foundation of material to work from and edit. Simple, self-styled approach with an open mind to learn techniques never before known.
Same as the music preference, open-minded to a fault, but I am naturally drawn to such contemporary genres as horror and drama and comedy. However, I draw much deeper content from mood makers that redefine your mind, and re-assert a reason to live in your mind. I'm kind of a nelly in that regard. The darker the better, as far as moods go, and I truly feel a sense of catharsis when I get into movies.
I despise the programming that eats away our brains as we sleep off the effects of the night before. Like the worm it represents, it chews down the matter formerly grey, and replaces it with digested material that substitutes for individualized patterns of thought. The sequences that flit about to a pulsating undercurrent of rhythm that lulls the masses to bed at the end of each day. Subduing all the yearnings to move out of the stasis it pushes into our faces like so much food to eat, and be thrown through state of sedation as life bleeds out of our grasps day-to-day.
As much as music, many different philosophies and writing styles are influential on me, and each has its own uniquely perfect voice. The stories take a subtle amount of time to unfold in one's consciousness, much as the stories revealed in music, and are satisfying once the conclusion is met. Some books stand alone, and others are complimented by their follow-ups, my stories shall be those conceived in breaths of madness. Graceful and abundant, but madness nonetheless, breaking down into fits of Dadaist glossolalia to blaspheme everything sacred thing and lower mental barriers.
Ideals of heroism are possible for those who direct their true will towards being that role, and then there are those who fall into the arena without provocation of thought toward such goals. My ideals lie in feeling through what I have come to believe in as real, and that there is no certain outcome for any one person. Our lives vary too much to be any other way, and while the world we live in is manipulated by established ways of things, as individuals we come through difficulties by growing beyond them. Forcing our way down the path that is inevitably the quest of self. Too many to consider because everyone I meet influences me to some degree or another.