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My Significant Other LOVES Skankin'!
Heavenly Departed:
Tom Dowd! "Tom Dowd & The Language of Music," BUY IT, WATCH IT!
Man, he should be everyone's inspiration!
Oh, and I would kill, torture, maime, and rape almost anyone to kick it with Brad Nowell. I'm not psycho or anything, ya know, but if the chance came up, I would. I hate knowing that I could be blastin' away more of Sublime's CD's if he were still around. I hate not knowing what he still didn't get to show the world...
Sublime, Incubus, Greyscale(Look them up!), DMB, Pink Floyd, Jack Johnson, Sublime, Led Zeppelin, Bob Marley, Gov't Mule, Eve 6, Bush, Sublime, Long Beach Dub Allstars, Gary Jules, Greyscale(Look them up on MySpace.com), Green Day, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Peter Tosh, Sublime, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, HIM, RHCP, Greyscale, The Bloodhound Gang, Atreyu, ANYthing Techno, I guess you can put every musical genre you know of, except country, and whatever Creed falls into(Cuz I fuckin' hate those pussies-Yeah, I said it.), and put into one big pot *Hey, pot* and I guess I listen to that pot? What the fuck does that mean?!
My favs include, but are not limited too: The WTF!?? Videos(Coming soon to a store near you), The Boondock Saints, Lord of War, Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Donnie Darko, The Ring, American History X, Stories Tales Lies and Exaggerations: The Story of Sublime, Haggard, Donnie Darko, Prison Song, The Brave Little Toaster, The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Donnie Darko, The Butterfly Effect... I'm trailing off now...
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and all of it's sucessors(I'm a dork), actually anything by the author Douglas Adams. Chronicles-Vol I. The new biography of Bob Dylan. Brandon Boyd's book! Not much of a read but White Fluffy Clouds is beautiful!
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"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings,
but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we
spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but
less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge,
but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine,
but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too
little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up
too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble
crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom,
but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but
lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build
more computers to hold more information to produce more copies
than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on
quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and
short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but
less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses,
but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills
that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in
the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to
you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or
to just hit 'Skip Ahead'..."-Source Unknown
First, and foremost, my Mother.Bradley Nowell, the most influencial person I've never meet. Brad fucking lived for music, and was a genuine lyrical genius. Listen to his acoustic and when his sorrowful soul hits your ears, ugh, like butta. I think of Sublime as that huge joint you always see in photoshopped pictures on college websites or what-have you, but it's real, and it's good, I mean the good-good. And Brad's whole being is like the magical herb in the middle. Don't get me wrong, Eric is a fuckin' cool bassists and he'd kill your face like totally hardcore, and Bud was a quick-wristed sunofabitch on the drums, but I fucking love Brad(completely idolistically, not like I do him in the corner, or on that chair over there).
And of course, GREYSCALE.
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