Music, Art , Photography, Vegan food, politics, books, my family and friends.
JESUS and ALL MY FRiENDS.
There's two kinds of music. The Blues and Zip-a-dee-doo-dah. - Townes Van Zandt
The Accountant, Deep Blues, Hill Stomp Hollar, You See Me Laughin', Bukowski:Born into This, Caddyshack, 16 Horsepower: Live........."But they aint done with him. Because, see boy, this farmer still has his his culture and that scares them; his roots, based in independence, even rebeliousness, his countriness if you will...so what do they do about that? Well that's where them multimedia corporations step in...they begin to bombard their...their new company man with caricatures and stereotypes of hisself...Gomer Pyle, Dukes of Hazzard, Beverly Hillbillies, Hee Haw, so on and so forth til finally he can't trust his own reality...he don't know what it is no more. He starts ACTING country instead of BEING country, until one day he'll...he'll...he'll be like a...like a Scotsman who puts on his kilt once a year to celebrate his Scotishness. Until finally this man, this farmer who once worked on the land, and with the land, can be controlled so he won't question his purpose making rivets or working in front of a computer screen from 9 to 5 for five days a week for 40 years until he gets downsized and dies...or worse...takes his severance pay and retires to Branson, Missouri."From The Accountant, a film by Ray McKinnon, winner of the Academy Award for Best Short Film
Every other person on the street was the failed consort of one muse or another. One met them everywhere. The would be guitarist who just couldn't find time to practice, the would be novelist who developed an allergy to solitude, the would be actress too weak to withstand domestic and materialistic urges, the would be poet who found it easier to get drunk on booze than language, the would be film maker who for lack of pluck ended up in advertising, the singer, the potter, the dancer, who for want of that extra volt of verve, that extra enzyme of dedication, that extra candle power of courage were doomed to paper the walls of their lives with frustrated fantasies and secret dissatisfactions.-Tom Robbins
The Genius Of The Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given dayand the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peacethose who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have lovebeware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks averagebut there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfectlike a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlocktheir finest art -Charles Bukowski
me, my boys Roscoe and Otis, My wife Leslie, my friends and family. "You wanna talk about T-Model? I can play like T-Model. I can model T-Model -- but T-Model can't model me, you understand what I'm saying. That's the way it is. Those guys can't teach me nothing." -Paul Jones