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Sam

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About Me

I'm 6ft 3 and worth the climb - a voracious reader who's moral fiber doesn't get soggy in milk or single malt scotch - a pioneer of the palate and a bold explorer of film, music, art, states, countries and the far corners of the creative mind - passionate to the tenth power - possibly the bastard love child of Frank Zappa and Emily Dickinson - a textbook Cancer - a bit left of center, but not out in left field with a bowling ball - a sometimes sarcastic wise-ass(semi-pro) - a fiercely loyal and steadfast friend with the heart the size of a third world country who tends to have a soothing effect on others yet can be animated and hyper as well - expressive, communicative, loving and generally tired of feeling like a stowaway on the Ark.check out www.myspace.com/livesammo for my music pageI edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

film, art, music, aviation, theater, travel, history, food, just enough philosophy to avoid an aneurysm, Gotham NYC, sonic inventions, clandestinely photographing the Amish & trying new stuff

I'd like to meet:

Noir gun molls / agnostic gospel singers / time machine repairmen / narcoleptic interstate truckers / usurpers of the profound and the profane / over-caffeinated writers / insomniac musicians / ribald raconteurs / absentee thoughtlords / the impossibly heterosexual sons of Oscar Wilde / fellow native NY'ers and outerborough bastards / Vargas pin-ups / Marla Singer / mutants worthy of Charles Xavier’s attention / terrorists for peace / tabby worshippers / enlightened perverts / romantic anarchists / intellecjools / the beleaguered ghosts of Gotham / sour mash swiggers / Old Scratch at the Crossroads / those who reside at the right hand side of the bell curve / Oscar Levant / Rita Hayworth / tall-dark-smoldering-ladies-with-the-Mediterranean-in-their- veins-polysyllabic-words-on-their-lips-and-beartraps-for-hip s / those with a surplus of longing and a prehistoric need for affection / the tired - the poor - the mentally muddled masses yearning to breathe free / those possessing what we Italians call chutzpah / the Man Who Sold the World / someone who’ll let me play my National Steel guitar in their bathroom / and lastly someone 'mad' as in'the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.' - jack kerouac

Music:

Prince, Bowie, Tom Waits, Goldfrapp, The Kills, Cheap Trick, Clinic, Arcade Fire, Gomez, Shivaree, Flaming Lips, Wilco, Bjork, Soul Coughing, Beck, Howlin' Wolf, Dj Shadow, White Stripes, NY Dolls, Pistols, Radiohead, Spoon, Hank Williams, Beatles, 70's funk, Chris Whitley, Ani DiFranco, Ben Folds, Beasties, Sex Mob, Miles, Mingus, Duke, Django, Motorhead, Stones, Hip Hop, James Brown, Soundgarden, Sly & the Family Stone, Robert Johson, almost anything you could find @ 78rpm - the list goes on...

Movies:

Barfly, Fight Club, American Splendor, Malena, Gilda, Secretary, Ghost Word, Metropolis, Ghost Dog, Rocky, Monty Python, Hedwig & the Angry Inch, Any 40's Noir, Lost in Translation, Adaptation, 12 Monkeys, Butch C & the Sundance K, Spiderman 2, Any Hitchcock, Taxi Driver, Napolean Dynamite, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Girl on the Bridge, Matrix, Donnie Darko, Buffalo '66, Henry & June, I Stand Alone, The Jerk, Girl Interrupted, Say Anything, 16 Candles, Mulholland Drive, Vanilla Sky, The Hours, The Man Who Fell To Earth, Planet of the Apes - original

Television:

Homer J. Simpson is my lord & savior. I'm a PBS junkie.

Books:

Fante / Kerouac / Nabakov / Rand / Bukowski / Celine / Chandler / Henry Miller / Anais Nin / Hesse / Palahniuk / Sedaris / Kundera / Jim Thompson / Whitman / e.e. cummings / Roddy Doyle / Fitzgerald / Studs Terkell / Jerry Stahl

Heroes:

See music / books plus - Evel Knievel, Keith Richards, Thomas Edison, Moondog - the Viking of 6th Ave, Mohammed Ali, Robert Johnson, Ed (Honeymooners) Norton, the staff of the Maker's Mark Bourbon Distillery & the person who invented that thing that holds the 6 packs together.

My Blog

Who Needs Picasso

    You can keep your Rembrandt's your Dali's your Michaelangelo's your Grandma Moses' and your Norman Rockwell limited edition lithographs.   You can even keep your pre-menstrual post ...
Posted by Sam on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 12:10:00 PST

This Old Man

    "He still drives." She said.   "But now, he's more cautious and drives very slowly."   (I picture a fossil foot  glued to the brake pedal.)   "He rarely leaves the ri...
Posted by Sam on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 11:43:00 PST

Injustice League of America

  It never ceases to amaze me&   How many times   I've put on a t-shirt   with the Superman logo on it   and failed   to look like Superman....
Posted by Sam on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 11:33:00 PST

This Train's Bound for Something

We met on the Q train around 2 a.m.   She was beyond beautiful, my kind of beautiful& could've been Bianca Jagger's sister.   I got the feeling the reason she sidled up next to me was sole...
Posted by Sam on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 10:29:00 PST

LeT mE CoUnT ThE wAYs...

    I love you the way a kaleidoscope fractures beauty                   the way the moon murders sunlight &nbs...
Posted by Sam on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 10:25:00 PST

International Brotherhood of Literate Peeping Toms (Local 419)

This month, Im two days shy of being officially declared a shut-in.     As a result of having no life, Ive often relied on my fellow Brooklynite neighbors for entertainment.   Their a...
Posted by Sam on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 10:31:00 PST

My Life in Porn

I wasnt even old enough to be a good single malt Scotch.   Nine years old, at best.   I always bought my candy from the same place - Whiteys candy store.   It didnt have a sign th...
Posted by Sam on Sat, 29 Oct 2005 04:09:00 PST

Futile Advice for the Smitten

Try a one hundred and eighty degree approach.   Scrutinize your beautiful tormentor in an attempt to find some grotesque imperfection.   Perhaps a hideous chipped tooth at the rear of her s...
Posted by Sam on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 03:56:00 PST

The Rosary for You & Me

How does it end?   Where do I put it?   All the love and money and dreams just seem to slip through a hole in my pocket.   Never passing GO. Never the hotel on Marvin Gardens. Never eas...
Posted by Sam on Sat, 29 Oct 2005 04:00:00 PST

Coffee - No Stirrer

The brown muddy water begged for sugar.   I tore open five packets and checked my paper bag for a stirrer.   No luck.   The only thing handy was my clear Bic pen with a half inch of b...
Posted by Sam on Sat, 29 Oct 2005 04:11:00 PST