And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Music, climbing tall things, the water, stouts, driving across the state of Utah, the no boundaries tour, watching football all day on Sunday, talking to interesting people, history, mandolins, college girls, nerdy conversations about movies and directors, new orleans, las vegas, san francisco, baltimore, freestyle rap, 2:30 in the morning gathered in the living room with my brothers and friends playing guitar and singing, standing on top of a hill in Texas on a Wednesday and thinking aloud: "What an absurd thing this life is."
The cast of Cheers. Hell, at this point I'd settle for the cast of Wings.
Tori Amos, A Perfect Circle, Aerosmith, Beatles, Bob Dylan, Chris Thile, Clancy Brothers, Coldplay, Dar Williams, Damien Rice, Decemberists, Dixie Chicks, Death Cab for Cutie, Dresden Dolls, Dubliners, Franz Ferdinand, Garbage, Gnarls Barkely, Greenday, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, John Lennon, John Prine, Kathleen Edwards, Kid Rock, The Killers, ICP, Esham, Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Nickel Creek, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Oasis, Patty Griffin, Pink Floyd, Postal Service, PJ Harvey, Radiohead, Rilo Kiley, Rolling Stones, Sarah McLachlan, Scheer, Smashing Pumpkins, Station's Creation, Stone Temple Pilots, System of a Down, Tool, Tenacious D, Van Halen, Willie Nelson...plus a million others I can't think of right now.
24, Boston Legal, Nip/Tuck, The Shield, Rescue Me, Scrubs, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Family Guy, Sopranos, Deadwood, Entourage...has it really gotten to the point where television is better than film?
I need to be writing more.
The man, the myth, the legend...James Spader.