Skin Diving. Fortune Seeking. Falconry. Ventriloquism. Part-time rare cheese taster. Endangered animal soap carving. Archery, Cricket, Curling, Sight-Seeing, Cooking.
Travel
The Rolling Stones, a shining example of why make-up covered, modern
corporate glam rockers are as bullshit as their fragile songwriting skills.
Hunter S. Thompson interviews Keith Richards (takes a second to start):
Natalie Merchant
Jimi Hendrix
Bill Withers
The Raconteurs
John Coltrane
James Brown
Cat Power
Led Zeppelin
Art Blakey
Jimmy Cliff
G Love & Special Sauce
Belle & Sebastian
Hall and Oates
Bob Seger
Louis Armstrong
Elliot Smith
Modest Mouse
Journey
Willie Nelson
Elton John
Cake
Norah Jones
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nina Simone
Stevie Wonder
Fiest
Bob Marley
AC/DC
Tracy Chapman
City of God
The Big Lebowski
Unforgiven
High Fidelity
Fletch
Cocksucker Blues
The Shawshank Redemption
Dirty Harry
I don't have a TV, but I like the way they look. All squarish and everything.
Books I can read repeatedly and never lose an interest in:
Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
Women by Charles Bukowski
The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym by Edgar Allan Poe
Pimp by Iceberg Slim
BLUEBIRD by Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
WOLF CLUB, to be reconvened at some drunken future reunion