Zinnias, 15th century textiles, nematodes, underwear.
Ostrogoths, Visigoths, Phlegmlocks. Possibly, the glowing, floating, advice-giving head of Abraham Lincoln.
Old school jazz, lounge, exotica, ambient and soundtrack stuff. Although, I may, at any time, without warning,"ROCK."
Bring 'em on. Good, bad, bizarre, unintelligible...it doesn't matter. I host a monthly short film festival/gong show at the Loft Cinema, and I can't wait for the first Friday of every month.
Too shrill. Makes me nervous.
Shameful admission: I've been reading through Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch novels. Who doesn't love a lone-wolf, avenging angel, cop on the edge?
I prefer hoagies.