Gettin jiggy. Parties. Feelin the groove. Being ironic. And cynical. Then throwing all that away and embracing the beauty and tragedy of the human condition. Talking and listening to people that care about stuff. Playin jiggy to the wak. Who am I? I mean really... who am I? These are questions. I have interests. I am interested. I'd say that's a defining characteristic. I'm interested in being interested. Curiosity gets me high.
100 people who don't suck. And do exciting and challenging and brave and illuminating things in the world. Enlighten me dear people. Show me your beauty. Wreck me in great and wonderful ways.
Patrick Wolf, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Dungen, Arcade Fire, Nirvana, Radiohead, Decoder Ring, Postal Service, Cat Power, The Black Keys, Tom Vek, Bloc Party, The Vines, You Am I, The Beach Boys, The Beatles, PJ Harvey, DJ Shadow, TV on the Radio, Paper Scissors, The Mares, Red Riders, Dappled Cities Fly, redsunband, Architecture in Helsinki, Beck, Clor, Devastations, Triosk, Pivot, Bob Dylan, John Lennon, Gauche, The Go! Team, The Go-Betweens, The Hives, Wolfmother, The Presets, I Heart Hiroshima, Bright Yellow, Lamb, Laura, Mercury Rev, The Flaming Lips, Michael Jackson, Pixies, Purplene, Sufjan Stevens... ahh... there's more. There's always more...
I watch them. Sometimes. There are lots that are good. Mike Leigh is awesome. I want to see more of his films. David Lynch plays with my brains.
Did someone say television? Is my culture consumption being quizzed here or what... OK. Television. Both a brilliance and a bore. When well executed, it rocks my socks. E.g. The Simpsons, Six Feet Under, South Park, Australian Story, Enough Rope, Four Corners... that said, I rarely watch TV. Rarely. Not coz I hate it. Coz I'm never home. And I'm wary of its ability to steal your life. Good stuff is so food. Shit stuff is so shit. Discernment and active engagement is the key.
Whatever lands next to my bed. Freebies from work. My boyf's fave books. My housemates' lazy reads. At the moment I'm reading 'Mao's Last Dancer' and 'Death of a River Guide'.
My Mum. Awwww. After several seconds of contemplation, it's emerged that any answer I can give here will be forced. Who has heroes anymore? Maybe some people do... I don't. Perhaps this is coz I rarely have time to really contemplate my life. Rarely. Is that sad? Probably. I'm also uncommitted to an idea of myself, or what I want my life to be. Fluidity floats my boat. Oh so mercurial... while I'm at it this whole discussion of 'me' is a bit baffling. Me and my making and my consumption and my material possessions. I don't really idolise. I don't covet. I just am. OK? Is that OK? Can we just get on with it please.