Viewing-creating-digesting (Street)art.crafting a soundtrack to every day.smokes & Coffee.
Frank Zappa's Ghost, Hunter S. Thompson's Ghost, Paul Pope, Les Claypool, Brendan Small, Jeremy Fish, Sasquatch{Bigfoot[Bigfeets]} people who love art, Tourettes.
Mike Patton, Primus, Buck 65, Busdriver, Blood Brothers, The Bronx, Ima Robot, Tool, Thrice, ATDI, Mars Volta, Cannibal OX, El-P, Del, MF DOOM, Madlib, Mc Chris, Kid Koala, Frank Zappa, Luckie Strike, d.b.s., The Red Light Sting, Refused, Fannypack, Lil Pocketknife, Aphex Twin, Daft Punk, Beastie Boys, The Faint, Magnetic Fields, Antony and the Johnsons,Broken Spindles, Photophob, Animal Collective, Arcade Fire, Dr. Octagon, Autechre, Blockhead, Sir Mix-a-lot+Presidents of the US, Architecture in Helsinki, Ratatat, Dizzee Rascal, RJD2, Herbie Hancock, Miles Davis, Cab Calloway, Morris Day and the Time, Gravy Train, The Blast Rocks!, Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children Macnuggits, Jet Black Summer, Placebo, The Unicorns, Islands, Modest Mouse, Cocorosie, Tom Waits, Wolfmother, Wolf Parade, Priestess, Witch, Butthole Surfers, The Melvins, The Lovely Feathers, Metric, Talking Heads, The Streets, The Squirrel Nut Zippers, Sleater-Kinney, Massive Attack, Queens of the Stone Age, Atom and his Package, The Polysics, The Plasmatics, The Prodigy, Deep Purple, the list just keeps going...
i have been known to watch many movies. particularly ones that promise utter crap. those are the best.
is a monster. a monster that sometimes brings treats. like Metalocalypse and Venture Bros.
Confederacy of Dunces, Haruki Murakami, Herman Hesse, Tobias Wolff, Augusten Burroghs, Neal Stephenson, Neal Gaiman, Daniel Quinn, John Waters, Dr. Thompson, Michel Huellbec, Chuck Palahniuk, Dave Eggers, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, David Sedaris, Mark Twain, TKAM, random books found at goodwill... reading is very good for you.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006 I am Infected. Living out West has infected me. I am a slave of the advertisements and the shameless style of spending money. I have a good car, yet I want a separate car, of a different shape, for those times when I feel a different way about myself. I even want a third car, of a third shape, for a time in my future, that I should hope for, when I feel a third way about myself. And oh the colas. They are never content with their colas. They add cherry, and vanilla, and then coffee flavor, and they take away the sugar, like a magician pulling away the tablecloth, and change the logo artwork, and keep you ever dancing, dancing, like a madman on a red-hot conveyor belt to hell; if you don't dance in place and always buy more strange new soda then you'll fall on your side and be whisked off to the scalding white-hot pits of brimstone and sulphur. That is what it is like to get out of bed each day in California.# posted by Peter H. Cropes @ 12:45 AM