Love.
ok, maybe just one or two new friends.
the music my friends make. palace. joanna newsom. beck, halo benders, gillian welch/david rawlings. star room boys, frog holler, we have heaven. the worms. elf power. cat power. neutral milk hotel. james jewell and shew. WILLIE NELSON. what a fucking beautiful man. his music has always been a part of my life. his life has always been inspiring to me. i met him once on easter sunday of 2001. I will never forget his gentle way and wizened face. ahem, anyway. bessie smith, ma rainy, leadbelly. ella jenkins and sesame street. gram parsons, emmylou harris. wilco, pixies, aretha franklin. my mom, who taught me to sing. duncan, whose music is the backdrop to my days. jasper, who is an awesome DJ and percussionist. elyse manning. PKB, despite it all. jaye bartell. woodie guthrie. and of course, classic hits on the radio.
Rushmore! Kill Bill! Say Anything, Princess Bride. way into mafia/shoot em up, hollywood trash that helps me escape my own head for a minute.
I dont have a tv, but I've loved some tv shows.
Huxley, Dostoyevsky, ZORA NEALE HURSTON. Franny and Zoey. Brothers Karamazov. Poisonwood Bible. Jude the Obscure. Reference books, biography, history and how-to books of all kinds.
the big mama, dorothy day, lovers, fighters, and motorcycle riders. my grandmother, nelle. my fairy godmother, charlotte. But most of all, Duncan Marigold Macfarlane. and the boy, Jasper Dolphin. And my dad, who actually is a real-life cowboy.