My taste in music, lifestyle & people is ecclectic & cutting edge. Further details are extraneous.
I look for the goodness in others, and I thirst, often in vain, for the wisdom. I smile to myself when I see either.
Small talk & small minds really don't impress me a bit. So at times, I'm quite the loner.
the city never sleeps full of villains & creeps
My taste in music reflects my lifestyle: ecclectic. From high-end to seedy.
I feel ROCK, so gorgeous & human (DOORS, FleetwoodMac, LinkinPark, Greenday...).
I listen closely to RAP (Ghost, Rza, Papoose, Nas, JZ, Big, Em).
I Party to 80's (WhiteLines, Ride the White Horse, West End Girls, Cruel Summer, White Wedding...)
But I'm in heaven w/ DANCE/HOUSE music. Brings me right back to the dance floor at Limelight '95/96. Tunnel '97/98. Twylo (Jr. Vasquez) '97/98. Sound Factory (J. Peters) '97/98/99. Space, SoBe WMC (Tiesto, Cox, Tenaglia, Morillo, Boris)
...and every other moment I was ever SET FREE on a dance floor by the sweet synthetic sounds taking over my body, infusing my soul with pure energy, as I gave in to the power of the BEAT.
Top 10: Scarface, Sideways, Sat. Night Fever, Pulp Fiction, Casino, Kill Bill, KIDS, 25th Hour, 9 1/2 Weeks, Requiem for a Dream
honorable mention: Jesus is Magic, Dracula, Godfather, American Beauty, Indecent Proposal, Lost In Translation, Taxi Driver, Natural Born Killers, Tru Romance, Cruel Intentions, Bronx Tale
And the Indies...on late at night when I cant sleep. Wierd, coming-of-age, introspective, reflective looks at life.
NEWS all day...NY-1, CNN, BBC. History Chnnl, Dateline, 60 minutes
TV Sopranos, Sex/City, Seinfeld, Golden Girls, Will&Grace
VH-1...everything.
FRIENDS. I luv the episode when Ross realizes that Pheobe robbed him outside of St. Marks Comics when they were 13, but she saved his Science Boy comic. Every time I pass St. Mark's Comics I think of that.
Fashion Shows
The book of my adolescence: DECADE'S PERSPECTIVE
Mom. Part best friend, but all mother; and I still need to be mothered. My muse for grace & goodness; you give meaning to my otherwise futile existence. The only pure and honest thing in my world. I wish I knew you in your youth, so we could be friends then. Were you like me?
Daddy RIP. If I have any honor & loyalty, its from knowing a great man like you. You loved me to death & worked so hard just to see me smile. Because of you I had everything, even though you came from nothing. I should've told you I understood. I should've thanked you more. I owed you that peace of mind; you deserved to know that I knew the kind of man you were. Just as I was beginning to see that they don't make 'em like you anymore, you were gone. I'll never get to tell you now. I'm so sorry, daddy.