looking for tranquility and more people like Piet. my violin, though its not worth talking about, i like playin the saw, but i can think of someone better. travelings nice as long as it leads me down a road of mystical uncertainty cause I don't like tour guides or exspensive hotels that I have to pay for. Me and Piet in his mountains. singing songs, even if i can't always sing in tune. Diego drunk, his guitar and me. jews and dreamy men. its a curly haired big nosed thing. negronis and anyone who will sail down that river with me. so far my crazy bald sicilian friend is the only one in the boat. Bless you Rocco. I still dance in clubs with my oakland chums whenever I can afford it. cuddling, spooning, watching a good ol' movie wilst smoking spliffs. finding new places in the mountains and then hiding. looking at organs in churches, for I am constantly searching for someone to continue teaching me the craft of building them without that person wanting to sleep with me, cause, I'm not going through that again. Laughing my ass off until i start to sound like Amadeus or finding someone who laughs like him too and then we just laugh at eachothers laugh because we sound ridiculously hilarious. new crafts, old ones. building anything. seeing things that people forget exist. being inspired and meeting people or finding situations that open these brown eyes a little wider that leads me to create new paths in my life. finding men that cook me meals so good, i consider marrying them in that very moment and that they will accept my way of eating like the worlds gonna end in 5 seconds and tell me, "save some room for later augustus"
People who know what i believe is true, Piet, my argentinian kitten lucas,piccolo gattino, dreamy men with dreamy hair that make me swoon, who invite a gal like me over for lunch, wine/rum/whisky that I can later strip down and take advantage of leading to lying naked in bed all day, watching movies, rolling spliffs and later repeating all of the above. its a shame these men have all been wiped off the face of the earth. don't argue. yes they have. organ builders (in the church not the body), more people who own mule drawn caravans and my diamonds in the rough sprinkled in the four corners of the earth...I miss you guys.~~ I don't want to do or talk about anything responsible, talk about your philosophical views or talk about how trees make shade, people with real jobs, mortgages and car payments are here for that and I don't fall under that category. I hate pink shirts. I hate pink shirts on men. people, huuhhh, salmon is still pink. in the end of things, I'm really a cheery ol' chum once you get to know me.
everything, I'm american, I grew up here listening to the same shit as everyone else. sure, I like (to most) crazy "gypsy" music with the tempo thats outta control but I'll never deny journey, devo or mc mutherfuckin hammer. lets talk about the soundtrack to The Land Before Time. does that song by diana ross make anyone else cry? or pat benitar, cause love is a battlefield, right? but to give you an idea I'll just name a few, lets start with Taraf de Haidouks, most fabulous romanian band ever, hell, best band outta eastern europe, serg gainsbourg, django reinhardt, nadara, okros ensemble, kocani orkestar, mahala rai banda, croque mule, the toids, oscar aleman, vinicio caposella, opa cupa, fishtank, duckmandu, tin hat trio, hazmat modine, jason webley, fanfare ciocarlia, fred buscaglione (the best italian singer ever!) joanna newsom, titla (little band from sud tirol) tom waits, genesis (1973), modest mouse (only the old stuff cause I feel like I'm 14 again) the new stuff is for chumps. good ol' johnny cash, big brass bands, etta james, ella fitzgerald, gypsy swing, some hip-hop, some reggae, drum n' bass and some ragga. some symphonies and operas and when I feel like singing the blues, billy oh billy and all that jazz. we could go on for ever. fiddlers and accordianists are my favourite, especially ones that serenade, owners of my heart and damn romantic bastards. and now probably your band.
these past years a lot of foreign movies. Every movie by Emir Kusturica and if he'd like to have me as his wife I've been waiting since I was 17. I like everything except horror films, even the stupid horror films.
Will and Grace, you got 2 gay men, a flat chested jew and Karen, a hilarious drunken bitch who makes me laugh time and time again and if I was crazy, shallow, pillpopping, alcoholic, I'd want to be just like her:) ya don't get anything better than that except for lost. The rest of television just makes me sick.
Horton the elephant and The giving tree. Shed a tear every time i read that one.
My gramma and obviously Piet. Father, husband and a damn honorable man.