Timmy Volume like nothing more than to close his eyes and regress into a glorious, private world of of crushed denim and lens flare, babies who smell like sherbert and bottle caps that can predict the future. If you like, he will take you there someday…
oh, and Crumbly Jesus.
You scored as Musicology Prince. You..'re the new Musicology Prince.
You..'re laid back and love to show that you still rock.
It..'s all about the future to you. You also don..'t curse, talk dirty, or throw up fingers. :)
Musicology Prince
1999 Prince
Diamonds & Pearls Prince
Parade Prince
Sign 'O' The Times Prince
Purple Rain Prince
You're Not Prince... You're The Artist
Around The World In A Day Prince
Slave Prince
Grafitti Bridge
Dirty Mind/Controversy Prince
Lovesexy Prince
When Timmy Volume feels a panic attack coming on, he bolts for the closest cinema (the darkness and smell trodden-in of popcorn is beautifully sedating). TV reccomends: Masked & Anonymous, Standing in the Shadows of Motown, Heaven, Brick, Dogville, Secretary, You Can't Stop The Murders, Wonder Boys, 28 Days Later, Dancer in the Dark, The Warriors, You Me and Everyone We Know, Thumbsucker, Little Miss Sunshine, The Ice Storm, Mortal Kombat II, Night Watch, The Rage in Placid Lake (mostly for the line "This is my cock! This is what you eat!!"), anythihng by Studio Ghibli, Ferris Beuller's Day Off, Donnie Darko, The Matador, Shallow Grave, Lucky Number Sleven ... but Timmy Volume's best advice is that any movie involving both Tobey Macguire and Katie Holmes is worth more than the price of admission.
Spaced. Books. Boosh. Burt.
Timmy Volume fears, more than anything, the printed word. His phobia of broadsheet newspapers has prevented him - more than once - from attending public functions.
Timmy Volume creates muthafucken heros. He makes them from earth with his bare hands. He sculpts and fashions them from iron. His shed is a veritable bazzare or magestic off-cuts and boastful sheet metal.