i have realized that my previous interests made me sound like a lush. i'm not saying i'm not one, i'm just not gonna say it here.
my muse.
all right, it's 10:30 on a tuesday night and i'm finally bored enough to make a list of the crap i like.
here it is, in no particular order (except for led zeppelin, which IS in particular order):
led zeppelin. fiona apple. tegan&sara. flaming lips. the beatles. aimee mann. kings of convenience. gravy train!!! bright eyes. bob dylan. peaches. elliot smith. johnny cash. go! team. rilo kiley. belle&sebastian. blackalicious. the stones. blondie. eagles of death metal. white stripes. lovage. the blow. le tigre. regina spektor. neil young. death cab. supertramp. daft punk. the libertines. tom petty. that one killers song that says "i got soul but i'm not a soldier". velvet underground. cat stevens. m.i.a. the raveonettes. elo. wes anderson movie soundtracks. arcade fire. willie nelson. grandaddy. pink floyd. guns n' roses. keren ann. ladytron. the kinks. mojave 3. simon&garfunkel. polyphonic spree. lynyrd skynyrd. prince. yeah yeah yeahs. ac/dc.
ok, i'm sick of listing.
p.t. and wes anderson movies. easy rider. run lola run. secretary. eternal sunshine. garden state. amelie. breakfast club. labyrinth. blues brothers. etc.
jeopardy.
even cowgirls get the blues. cat's cradle (and vonnegut vonnegut vonnegut almost without exception). bret easton ellis books. chuck klosterman books. invisible monsters.
house of leaves. the little prince. where the wild things are.
there's more, i'm lazy.