Absolutely everybody. I don't mean that.
One thing I do know is everybody loves a long list - especially when ordered alphabetically: Adam Green, Add N to (X), Air, All Saints, Aretha Franklin, BRMC, Bo Diddley, Bobby Womack, Bright Eyes, Chuck Berry, The Cramps, Death in Vegas, Dot Allison, Dr. Octagon, Elmore James, Elvis, The Fall, The Girl From Headquarters, Hank Williams, Happy Mondays, Hope Sandoval, Howlin' Wolf, Jackie Wilson, Jar, Jenny Lewis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Jimmy Reed, John Lee Hooker, Johnny Cash, Jon Spencer, Kim Deal, Leadbelly, The Libertines, Little Richard, Little Walter, Men Diamler, Mogwai, Otis Redding, Phil Spector, Primal Scream, The Ramones, Richard Hawley, Rilo Kiley, The Rolling Stones, Sam Cooke, Serge Gainsbourg, Shane MaGowan, Son House, Sonny Boy Williamson II, Spiritualized, The Staple Singers, Stax, Tilly And The Wall, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Patti Jo (how's she for obscure?). And I want to mention reggae and Soul Jazz records and ragga and Latin and that as well. Beck's Sea Change. The soundtrack to Hable Con Ella. Sinead O'Connor's voice. Even a Cardigans' song - For What It's Worth. Queen's A Kind Of Magic. The Congos' At The Feast. ABBA's Lay All Your Love On Me. OV Wright's When You Took Your Love From Me. Madonna's Like A Virgin. Van Morrison's Into The Mystic. The extended version of Human League's Together In Electric Dreams. John Lennon's Oh Yoko. Transvision Vamp's I Want Your Love. The Detroit mix of New Order's Round And Round. Yazoo's Only You. Donna Summer's I Feel Love. The Monkey Mafia mix of Saint Etienne's Filthy. Kate Bush's This Woman's Work. Bee Gees' Stayin' Alive. I could go on, like.
Charlie Kaufman (Eternal Sunshine is in my top one films of all time). David Lynch. Coen Bros. Getaway. King Of Comedy. Thing. Richard Pryor Live In Concert.
Ricky Gervais. David Attenborough.
Gwendoline Riley, Raymond Carver, Christopher Isherwood, Charles Bukowski, Denis Johnson, Haruki Murakami, Anton Chekhov, Philip Larkin, Katherine Mansfield, Frank O'Connor, Flannery O'Connor.
Jesus Christ - it's difficult to think who my heroes are. OK: He's a doctor, he's a DJ. He's DJ Dr Fox. But how do you address the face of radio in informal situations? Surprisingly, Neil responds best to plain old Foxy. I bet he even smells stupid. ... He's a poet, he's down with the kids and he probably can fly. He's R Kelly. "He continues to rough up the midget as if the midget was under attack" - Robert Kelly, 2005. ... JK Rowling. She always ceases to amaze me.