Mopeds, motorcycles, Ireland, gaeilge, accordion, drums, guitar, theremin, throat-singing, wooden-flute, pirates, God, harmonic theory, and stuff.
Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.-Orson Welles-
Tom Waits, Suffering and the Hideous Thieves, The Prom, Damien Jurado, Hidari Mae, Carrisa's Wierd, Fugazi, Kila, The Tannahill Weavers, Rosie Thomas, Iron and Wine, TV on the Radio, Steve Reich, Philip Glass, Lamonte Young, Terry Riley, Arvo Part, Sidney, The Hilliard Ensemble, Gamelan Pacifica, Lou Harrison, Huun-Huur-Tu, B.B. King, Muddy Waters, The Dubliners, Hank Williams Sr., Ralph Stanley, Bill Monroe, Henryk Gorecki, Hans Reichel, and many many more. If you want to know just ask.