Exploring the city, playing the guitar, keeping my Netflix rotation pumping, poker, business, film and television, anthropology and culture, girls, exploration, Los Angeles, adventure, travels, friends and friends.
I've always wanted to walk into a room of aging hippies...Peter Fonda, Brian Wilson, Dennis Hopper, Bob Dylan, Jack Nicholson, David Crosby,and both his livers...Like a question posed to God, asking for the mysteries of life, I'd ask them "It seemed you had a good thing going...What the Hell happened?"
Talk about "puppy love!"
From the whiskered muzzle of a wise old Irish wolfhound...
"I saw you coming from the Cape, way from Hyannis Port all the way,
When I got back it was like a dream come true.
I saw you coming from Cambridgeport with my poetry and jazz,
Knew you had the blues, saw you coming from across the river,
Told you on the banks of the river, carried you across,
Loved you there and then, and now like a sheep,
I close my eyes and sleep for love comes flowing streams of consciousness
Soft like snow, to and fro,
Let us go there together darlin', way from the river to here and now
And carry it with a smile, bumper to bumper
Stepping lightly, just like a ballerina"
This is how it goes:
Start me off in the mornings with a little bit of Van Morisson's "Astral Weeks." It's a shame, but I usually can't make it through the whole album before I have to head out the door...
I'm not always one for wearing headphones during my commute, but it's getting cold out, and it seems much more appropriate than it did in the summer.....So....Get me on the subway platform and I'll usually throw on the Talking Head's "Stop Making Sense" album. Sadly (to some), I have whittled down the 17-track album to my favorite 8-9 cuts. Plus, I always start it off with the class Head's song "Uh-Oh, Love Comes to Town" from their '77 album.
Daytimes...that's when things can get a bit more wiley. Back home in L.A., when I had my car, I always felt Sublime and G. Love and Special Sauce were hands-down some of the best cruisin' music bands ever assembled. I still agree. However, it's harder to pinpoint a specific band or album I like in the day times. I'm also a fan of Blind Melon, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rage Against the Machine, Soundgarden, Incubus, STP.
PLUS, never count me out from throwing on a good Bob Dylan album...there seems to be one perfectly designed for any mood I might be in. I especially think that "New Morning" is a great morning-time Dylan album (coincidence?).
Nighttime? Depends. Am I going out? Or staying in? Am I writing/reading or trying to get to sleep? Here's where some good jazz can come in. Yes, gimme some Miles Davis (Sketches of Spain has been useful in getting me in creative moods recently...). Yes, gimme Coltrane. Yes, I find Chet Baker's voice incredibly sexy.
And yes, I know there are jazz snobs out there who want to kick my ass for such mainstream jazz choices. That's fine...just throw me some suggestions. I'm all ears.
I also have a good nighttime mix on my ITunes taht I won't get into here. Oh yeah, not to mention my all-time favorite "G. Love Nighttime Mix." ..All the fuel that I need for my dreams.
Needless to say, the main music in my life is usually me strumming on the guitar. My songs and my jams are my babies...my meditation and peace of mind. Haha, I always know just hte song for my mood!
Pee-Wee's Big Adventure (had to start the list somewhere), The Jerk, The Godfather Trilogy (I try and watch the whole thing at least once a year), Indiana Jones Trilogy, Back to the Future trilogy, Apocalypto (This movie is seriously an anthropologist's wet dream!), The Great Muppet Caper, The Long Goodbye, Punch-Drunk Love, Easy Rider, all the Matrices (Neo, I believe!), Punch Line, Intacto, Baraka, Pulp Fiction, O Brother Where Art Thou, Clue, Basic Instinct (I watch it for the articles), Little Murders (The whole movie is decent enough...but Donald Sutherland's wedding sermon is one for the ages!)
The Shield, NBA Basketball (Go Lakers and Clippers!), Curb Your Enthusiasm, Entourage, Deadwood, Wife Swap, and Weeds.
"A sad, crying clown in an iron lung? I've always wanted one!" - Rocko's Modern Life
I read way too much non-fiction.
Bob Brown, a very wise old friend of mine. Single moms, because I have been amazed by each one I have ever met. Jack Nicholson, because he does what he wants. The Swedish Chef (Check out Squirrel Stew on YouTube). Stand up comedians. Oh yeah, and that dude from Touching the Void (he ranks right up there with the guy that sawed his arm off to get it out from under a boulder).