I would like to meet intelligent people that know who they are and not hung up to fulfilling a persona. I have had a recent near death experience and pretty much changed my perspective on how I see things, as it would for anyone. That experience matured in a more productive manner than the one that I was taking. I would like to meet intelligent, open-minded and opinionated women. A woman that would challenge me and understand my lesser qualities. Also I have done a revamping of my social contacts, in seeing that most of them were on a different path than I am. I am looking for friends that know who they are and are sure of where they want to go. I am looking for interesting people.
Where do I begin, well how about with my dislike which include country, deathmetal, disco and teenie bop music (boy bands included) every other genre I atleast like if not love. Currently I have been sparked back into my triphop love affair, alot of the underground British invasion such as Tricky, Massive and Portishead, good bless Bristol, to get you through those long nights. Also you have to give it up to Dom and Roland as well as Dieselboy and Aphex Twins drum and bass and jungle is unstoppable. I had an heated debate with one of my friends over the better intimacy music, Portishead or Air. He chose Air and myself took Portishead, although Air can get down too, I just think that moment when you look into a woman's eyes you see truth and for me Portishead gives me that feeling. Now a list: John Butler Trio, Death cab for cutie, the Decemberists, Dell aka: Deltron 3030, Del the Funky Homosapien, Thievery Corporation, Feist, Blondie, Fab Five Freddy, Grandmaster Flash, Gorillaz, Plumb, The Streets, Coldplay, Chevelle, The postal service, Rage against the machine, NIN, Iggy Pop, Goldfrapp, G. love, Esthero, Morcheba, Sneaker Pimps, Depeche Mode, Daughter Darling, infected mushroom, the Chem Bros, AK 1200, Aphex Twins, the Crystal method, Paul Van D, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Bob Marley, The Cure, The Velvet underground, The Replacements, The Kinks, The Pretenders, Ritchie Valenz, Buddy Holly, The Beatles, Eric Clappton, Buffalo Springfield, Cocteau Twins, Cat Stevens, Nirvana (includes all Seattle bands from 1990-1995), Nina Simone, Billy Holliday, Ella Fitzgerald, Mr. Cool Miles Davis, George Clinton, Jane's addiction, Tom Petty and STP. You must have Mazzy Star, Air, Zero 7, Thievery Corporation, The Flaming Lips, Imogen Heap, DMB and Beth Orton and portishead for those nights you want to stay in with your girl and cuddle. I pretty much groove to what is playing around me, except country (no imagination). Music is an amazing creative process that has possesion of my soul.
Well this another long area for me, when I was in high school I worked the counter at Hollwood video and had pretty much insomnia. My taste for movies goes all the way back to silent movie, Charlie Chaplin is a god, and progresses through the Hitchock era and into James Dean movies and into present day movies. So to cut it a little shorter here is a list: 39 steps(Hitch), Strangers on a train, Giant, On the Waterfront, Rope(Hitch), Angels with dirty faces (also a good Tricky album), Trouble with Harry, pretty much anything by Hitchcock, Where the heart is (my first loves favorite movie), Donnie Darko, 25th Hour, American History X, Pink Flamingos (yes I am straight, John Waters is just hilarious), Where the Buffalo Roam, Gardenstate, Capote, Pink Floyd's The Wall, Great Expectations (Its one of my favorite novels), Drug store cowboy, American Beauty, Swimming with Sharks (K. Spacey fan u need to see this movie, brilliant), Clerks, The Godfather, Elephant, Party Monster (Disco bloodbath was a good book), almost anything with Willem Dafoe in it, Scent of a Woman, The Virgin Suicides, Bowling for Columbine, The Big Lebowski, Boondock Saints, Equilibrium, Spun, Titus, Pi, Casablanca, The Candidate (I am a political animal), Arsenic and Old Lace, Apocolypse Now, The Big Kahuna, Young Frankenstein, but more than anything I loving watching old movies in a theatre late at night.
Of course Dr. Hunter Thompson and his life lessons, that others call books, top my list. Followed in a close second by outside the line storytellers such as Capote, Salinger (my next favorite), Hemingway, Faulkner, Conrad, Twain, Kurt V. and Fitzgerald. Coleridge's epic poem "Kubla Khan" is one of my favorite pieces, also including Slaughter House Five, In Cold Blood and my second favorite book the electric coolaide acid test. I aspire to be as brutally honest as Capote was. Though the book that everyone must read atleast once is "Fear and Loathing", in Las Vegas or on the Campaign trail it doesn't matter either book is one to live by. For entertainment value I cannot advise anyother book than Disco Bloodbath.
Well I have to start with my golden idol, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, the curator of Gonzo journalism and the bold and honest voice that it came with. I will miss Hunter and will always have him in my heart and mind as I navigate through strange vibrations. The next person that I respect enough to call a personal hero would have to be an actor, Philip Seymour Hoffmans. He is a hero of mine because of the people that he dares to portray and the purity of the character that he brings out. Although I am not sold on religion I would have to say that the Dalai Lama is my spirital advisor. Another great man that I respect and admire is my deceased grandfather, he was a man among men. He was always the family man and until his death I did not realize how great of man he was. You could chalk it up to immaturity or whatever but a part of me took him for granted, always thinking that he would be there. I remember at his funeral my father and I were, on the surface, the prevailing heads in attendence. This lasted until everyone had left the church and my father took me upstairs to a rec room where he and his father used to play billards, we shot and game of pool and my grand father's legacy was told to me. I was all of eight years old, but my father felt it was important to show me what type of stock I come from. He told me of how every year on the fourth of July my grandfather would open the soda fountain up to all the kids of Yakima and how my father put his family before everything else, even himself. The one thing that still sticks in my mind to this day is during WWII my grandfather had been a part of an American detachment that had liberated a concentration camp, he had seem the worst part of human nature and upon his return, not until my father was sixteen years old, told anyone of what he had seen. Instead he had pushed all these images deep inside of him and always wore a smile. My father cried when he told me that, and to see your father cry for the first time is something else especially in a family that makes it an artform to repress our feelings. When ever I walk by my picture of my granfather I stop and take a minute to try to remember a memory of him, trying so hard. Finally I do remember on and it puts a smile on my face. But it is getting harder, what I took for granted when I was young, now I try as hard as I can to get back even for a moment. I just hope that I could be a percent of the man that my grandfather was and I will be content.