Going on rants, tirades and diatribes. Giving you a lecture. Kicking you out. Getting kicked out. Being clever. Laughing at you. Laughing at me. Oh, and laughing at you laughing at me... I especially love that one. Twisting my body into unthinkable positions and then holding it for like 11 minutes and then getting to brag about how sore I am for the next 3 days and feel superior. (Some people call this yoga but I find that kinda prosaic...)
Superheroes. Liver donors. Camper's dad. More lesbians.
pet shop boys, creedence, television, oh yeah, and all the other obvious shit like Leonard Cohen or Lynrd Skynrd or that first Van Halen album. So everything in between those... Bad Company. Brenda Lee. Hank, Johnny, George, Tammy, Buck... 90's hip-hop. The Motels. Cat Stevens and Donovan. My band.
what about bob?, the entire body of works by christopher guest, jaws, the big lebowski, rushmore, Talking Heads STOP MAKING SENSE, Eddie Murphy Delirious, Detroit Rock City
Supernatural.Family Guy. Randall and I gotta watch the O.C. on dvd now.
Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence, Motley Crue The Dirt, and William Butler Yeats' poem "The Second Coming". Joseph Campbell and Mary Baker Eddy. Weird metaphysical stuff and religious philosophy.... Astrology stuff.
Camper Pony! Yogis and gurus. My Grandfather, Alan. Jesus and Leonard Cohen. Buck Owens and Yogi Bhajan. Cowboys and holy men.