Nostalgia (clearly), amusement, involuntary paradox, theatre lights on my face, cameras on my mind, moaning on the mic, singing in the rain and the sun and everything in between, Filthy sexy funky nasty house music all night long... dancing with strangers in dark rooms, dark chocalate, thick crisp bacon, mmmm makers on the rocks, dirty martinis extra dry extra olives thank you very much, Three feet of freshies, fresh wax on my 161 NeverSummer and a full tank of gas, the beach and the smell of tanning oil, poaching pools in vegas, makeing out, heavy petting, acro yoga, late night multi stop shenanigans, next morning story time over tall spicy bloodies, getting head in the gondola, the first shower after a long camping trips, picking my nose with wet fingers after long weekends, pirates, princes, cooking for more than one, a nice bottle of red, body rockin knockin da boots easy like sunday morning style and then sunrise... over south beach, the east river, the playa, the indian ocean, the rockies, the road, all of it and then sunset... and when night falls play the music
producers, filmakers, partners in crime, joke tellers, men who use condoms and can still keep an errection, jibbin' fools who want to wake up at 6am and go ride, jibbin' fools who want to be up at 6am and go ride. I'm into the last mile ride or die champs stragglin in with big ole grins on their dirty, sweat stained faces.
there are really only two kinds of music the kind you like and the kind you don't fuck genres I am over trying to catagorize music... espically house. in the end there is only Harvey my love... but of course I love prince, jackson browne, Sade, Everything But the Girl, anything off warp records, cat power, lamb, portishead, pebbles, marvin, ray, james brown, brazilian girls have captured my heart lately, flamming lips, telopop musik, bach, mahler specifically the 3rd and 5th symphonies, rhcp, moon ska, dub tribe, johnny cash, merle haggard, highway men, van morrison, morrissey, Wu Tang, Aseop Rock, Dead Prez, Peaches, royksopp, beth orton, sigur ros, the cure, the clash, trente moller, donovan, hyden, Common, Atmosphere, rich medina jump n funk outta phillie, my boyz the dirty dirty birds and the green gorrilas outta sf ...deep house moves me if it's dirty love that bass baby mmmmmm.... joni mitchell, tracy chapman, tracy thorn, bjork, lady miss kier, miss patsy, miss ella, miss billie, and of course ani are my inspiration, i love old school soul and funk 98.1 KissFM out in the bay is a borderline obsession... I mean I just like good music yall... can I get a fuck yeah?
all the usual suspects... I wish you could drink legally at the movies. I have never been caught.
daily show... nuff said. Who has time... I mean really??
trashy porn I find in your bathroom. Burkowski and Neruda written on my bedroom walls. the books I can sit through...
my dad the most selfless and grounded man I know, my mom the strongest, strangest, most amazing woman I know, my beautiful and talented sister melanie who i would be lost without, Howard Dean, Amy Goodman, John Stewart, anyone who has ever sat through a horror movie with me (I am appalling), held my hand while I cried (aw), or somehow become trapped in a moving vehicle with me and subjected to my endless KissFM radio kareoke (you know who you are) * this miami master of disaster who i love... this crab eating mother fucker who I love...