I like to hike I like to bike I like to read and like to rhyme. Simple pleasures are best of all . Board games and cheap wine on Saturday nights. This American Life. Making cookies with someone I care for. Writing what I feel clearly and entertainingly. Dancing unabashedly. Loosing the bonds of money. Listening to music once twice and on the third time finally getting the song and losing yourself in it fully, totally reeling in ecstacy and feeling like someone somewhere is feeling as odd and unexplainable as you are. Old people stories. Crazy people rants. DIY. Handstands. Sunny days riding bikes, falling on Someone in the tall grass. Finding surprises like theatre troups rehearsing in the park and torn up notes hidden in piles of marshmellows at the grocery store. Found magazine. Long lost friends. Bliss. Contentment. Love. Making love. Sharing love. Smores.
Calm people. Nice people. Interesting people. Maybe people who'll motivate, inspire. People with needs for a writer on the rise. And specifically Ira Glass, Sarah Vowell, David Sedaris and the rest of the This American Life crew. Morrissey (though we seem to have grown apart, you still have claim to my soul and heart). Myself. You. Maybe.
Oh, that's just too hard. All time favourites include The Smiths, Belle and Sebastian, The Decemberists, Magnetic Fields, Radiohead, The Eels, They Might Be Giants, Modest Mouse, Bjork, Elliot Smith, Hefner, Pulp, Suede. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah are awesome. Like that really good raw Talking Heads sound particular to their early days and focused on in only some of their songs, concentrated into another band. Devendra Banheart, Joanna Newsome, Iron and Wine and that whole nufolk scene (I don't think they really call it that). Bright Eyes. To say nothing of my moderately newfound appreciation of hot jazz and that 20's sound. Bessie Smith. Billie Holiday. Lucille Bogan. Most of them I hear spun at clubs (which thank God are popping up again), so I never really find out who's playing them. Tiger Lillies (what cataGorey can you lump them in?) You know. I like dancing alot, so things I can dance to tweak my nips. I have danced so hard my shoes have fallen apart. I do have poor shoes, to be fair, though.
Busby Berkeley. Fred Astaire. Marx Brothers. Gulliver's Travels. Dead Pet. The Imposters. PeeWee's Big Adventure. American Splendor. The Last Metro in Paris. Amelie. Lost in Translation. Drop Dead Fred. Repo Man. Blazing Saddles. Bullets over Broadway. Sleeper.
I try not to watch TV, but some good old favourites include The State, Upright Citizens Brigade, Black Adder, Red Dwarf, The Young Ones, Smack the Pony, Jeeves and Wooster, Monty Python of course, Pete and Pete, Kids in the Hall, Eerie Indiana. Currently on TV, I think House is the best show, but I just love Hugh Laurie.
The library is my candy store. Days, years, months spent in libraries, in bookstores, with my nose in books... They've all been spent grandly. Right now its a good lot of books on Freakshows (for the upcoming installment of my zine series), books on this fair city (I just like to be clued in) and old classics like Voltaire and Woolf.
I don't have heroes in the conventional sense. I have heroes for a day, or minute (people who buy me drinks), but no "I will be you/be with you someday"s. It's just silly. Some people just look like they got it, but everyone can be miserable. Not that I didn't lose myself when Stephin Merritt strolled in the door to the restaurant I work at...