Nature and rebirth, love and all its glorious struggles, creativity and the Muses who perpetuate it, knowledge and wisdom and knowing the difference, self-expression, patience and instant gratification, bruises and scars as proof of life, stretching muscles until you see stars, absorbing the energy of a guitar from 6 feet away and feeling it for days, lying on my back in the middle of my speakers and letting Led Zeppelin reach out their fingers and touch me all over, driving Sven just a little too fast, collecting river rocks from as many states as possible, Zeus & Apollo - the two men who are ALWAYS there for me - unless busy, Mole Men, the absurd especially when it isn't - dreams as answers to the questions your mind is asking, the stars - our history is there if you look closely, cows, ice in your beverages - JEEEzus there isn't a fuckin' cube in Paris unless it's swimming drunk in a gin & tonic, listening to the moon, leather, being an ex-patriate New Yawka....
I'd like to meet:
People who don't judge. No one mean or angry and resentful. People who are interested in almost everything and didn't vote for Bush. People who feel their lives would be empty and terrifying without music. People who can explain to me why Mega-Christians are so bone chilling to me.
People who want to know more, see more, do more and be more because this is no dress rehearsal. This is what they've given us to work with so savour it well. People with enough manners to get through a meal without food smacking, rude grabbing or picking their nose. Dog lovers, and I don't mean that in a backstreet Amsterdam kind of way.
As an end note: The Goddess is not impressed with "Nice eyes, wanna fuck?" After millenia of cheap pick up lines, it makes me yawn and I do not like life making me yawn unless I am fresh from some hedonisitic experience, i.e. something orgasmic or a really great meal.
So welcome to my insanity, enjoy, feel the openness of my being which I have the greatest joy in displaying for all to ogle. But please heed my words & respect my wishes. All will go better that way, trust in my promise...Id est:
Jim and Tom
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.
~ by John Keats ~
Music:
Beatles, Bowie, Iggy Pop, Led Zeppelin, Mozart, Kinks, Eno, Flaming Lips, Ella Fitzgerald, Depeche Mode, The Who, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Miles Davis, The Soundtrack of Our Lives, Ray Charles, Ramones, Murphy's Law, Joy Division, The Reverend Horton Heat, The Black Crowes, New York Dolls, Proud Owner of the Time/Life Modern Rock Collection, Appalachia, Willie Nelson, 70's Soul, Morrisey, AC/DC, REM, hard rockin-garage-shakin-lung-pounding anything. Tom Petty, Bob Marley, Jimmy Cliff, Steel Pulse... TOM JONES, Jimmy Hendrix, Beach Boys (Pet Sounds), The Church, Tears For Fears, The Clash, The Dresden Dolls, Marilyn Manson, Dean Martin, Tom Waits, The Cure, Talking Heads, Queen, T Rex, Bee Gees, Offspring, U2, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Doors, The Buzzcocks, Love & Rockets, Supergrass, Nina Simone, Nirvana, The Zombies, Violent Femmes, Traffic, The Neville Brothers, Interpol, Oasis... whew. And mo'...
Movies:
Randomly - True Romance, Tombstone, Young Fraknestein, Roshomon, The Seven Samurai, (stuck in the zone I guess) Versus, Anything Gordon Liu, The Adventures of Robin Hood (Flynn DeHaviland of course), Heathers, Edward Scissorhands, Don Juan DeMarco, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, From Hell, Yellow Submarine, Wonderland, The Doors (For you, Clinton), Moby Dick (Gregory Peck), Cape Fear (1962), Apocolypse Now, Connery Bonds minus Never Say Never, Goldeneye, Citizen Kane, The Man Who Fell to Earth, Bladerunner, The Crow, Blast From the Past, The Fifth Element, Interview With A Vampire, Kill Bills, Kundun, MIB, LA Confidential, The Re-Animator, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Mirrormask, O Brother Where Art Thou, The Usual Suspects, Suicide Kings, Three Kings, Orgazmo, Romeo & Juliet, The Russians are Coming, The Russians are Coming (no I still don't know why we watched it that night, reel me in when I am drunk and enthused!!) Seven, Snatch, Raiders of the Lost Ark.... What the Bleep do we know?!?! To Be Continued...
Television:
I am a recovering addict due to the mind-numbing content available to those of us who don't have cable. The best TV show EVER? Twin Peaks. And I stand by that.
Books:
In books there are stories. In stories there are answers. If you have the right questions to ask, then it should not matter which book you are reading, you are learning and growing. That's life and that's magic. Books should be guarded and treasured like our children, nothing wrong with being a little worn around the edges, as long as they stay true inside...
To My Muses:
To Oscar, To Earnest, To Samuel, To Clive,
My irony, My grit, My wit and my drive,
To John, To George, To Ringo and Paul,
To being worth more than the sum of it all,
To Ziggy, Alladin and The Thin White Duke,
To fame through art being more than a fluke,
To Neil, to P K, to Tolkein and Ray,
To letting magic explain the day,
To Williams and Johns, Bards and Lords,
To seeing the roses in the seething hoardes,
Muses are authors of magical moments,
Memories of clay and of words and atonements,
An artist is humbled by his taste of the view,
And wary of the swoon at seeing what's true,
Do not look to God above,
To give thanks for gifts of talent and love,
Look around for what inspires,
In lieu of thanks, light some fires
"Gather experience. . . Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this."
Heroes:
My Dad
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 29
When in disgrace with fortune and in men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising,
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is little doubt as to which is at fault. Dali
