Extreme bowling, chucking rocks at trains, arson, time travel, genetic manipulation, global domination, drinking whisky, drinking whiskey, going bald, reading soup can labels, being a jerk. We're all jerks. You, me... this jerk.
Decidedly disinterested in murals, dogs, world music, microbrews, hippies, Indian food, old industrial areas repurposed as condos, shopping centers, or other yuppie playgrounds, kids, slam poetry, god, stand-up comedy, tattoos...
On the back of a winged horse, through the sky pearly grey. Love is leaf-like, you and me baby... Twinkle, twinkle. Blah, blah, blah E... T... C...
Country up to 1965, other American roots music, Folkways recordings. Especially Jimmie Rodgers and this guy:
Riley Puckett
Punk rock is stupid. Get over it.
Anything without Johnny Depp, Gary Oldman, or Nicolas Cage.
Dad's Nuke, The Stars My Destination, Nausea, The Sheltering Sky, Waiting for Godot, Blood Meridian, Bartleby, 100 Years of Solitude, Going After Cacciato, I Served the King of England, Red Harvest, Notes From the Underground
Edward Abbey, Harvey Pekar, Jack London, TE Lawrence, Richard Dawkins, the last free Bushman