the moment of transformation when the clouds part and you can watch the weather change. The smell of oncoming rain. A clever, subtle blend of pleasure and pain. Facts blended subliminally with fiction. Fever pitch friendliness, wine, mangoes, sushi, killing time. laughter. writing, creating, playing, the deep pool of human experience. The harsh mistress that is the road. My band/life Spin Alley. Flowetry in conversation. Poetry in morning condensation. Momentum. Progression. Transformation. Meeting new people, new faces, new ideas, thoughts, perspectives, ideals. The idea that every thought, vibration, energetic expression is as unique as the last.
you, your mamma, your dog and cat.
is the sound of pain leaving the body. Faith no More, Puscifer, TOOL, APC, NIN, Soundgarden, ol' skool jams, James, Al, Barry, Freddie King, John Lee Hooker, Funkadelic, Clinton, All things Hiphop, Living Legends, EPMD, Public Enemy, Rhyme Stack, Ratarue, Spin Alley, (shameless plugs) Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra, Balistica, Miles, Coltrane, Mars Volta, Morcheeba, Massive Attack, I listen to, love and live all music, from Abba to ZZ Top.
evil dead trilogy, hellboy, the unbearable lightness of being (also a great book, tons of stuff....
is a bullet to the brain
burn at 233 degrees Celsius.
People who create miracles. People who make a stand, against everythting saying they can't, for something great to happen.