Music really tickles my fancy. Running is pleasurable. Books are good. Writing silly poetry (a la Shel Silverstein). Dancing around like a jerk. Nudity. Electricity. The ocean. Sex. Cartoons or chess, depending on which end of the intellectual scale I'm functioning on at the time. Forcing bread down the throats of the local duck population. Drawing. Painting (mostly wierd erotic scenes in acrylics... it's kind of like therapy). I dig motorcycles, though following my third accident I have finally given them up in favor of my Subaru station wagon. And to repeat myself, I love music: I'm a decent drummer, I play a mean alto recorder and harmonica, and I'm a kick-ass whistler. Oh, and let us not forget tattoos, a hobby that began with me drawing on my hands with magic markers that I stole from my grade school teachers.
People that are as nice as they are crazy, and that utilize their insane genius to improve and enrich the lives of all they encounter. Or anybody that can tolerate me tapping on every piece of furniture in reach in outbursts of percussive inspiration.
Personally I find merit in every genre of music. My all-time favorites, however, are Morphine, the Clash, Janis Joplin, Jane's Addiction, Bob Marley, Skynyrd, AC/DC, Squeeze, Karma to Burn, Danzig, Operation Ivy, Motley Crue, CCR, Dean Martin, Pat Benatar, Billy Idol, Adam and the Ants, Blind Blake, Pitchfork Militia, T-Rex, Ben Folds Five, Paul Simon, Jack Johnson, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Iggy and the Stooges, Shellac, Tom Waits, the Ditty-Bops, the Misfits, Danzig, the Reverend Horton Heat, Mastadon, the Minutemen, SEPULTURA, Les Nubiennes, Squidbones, Miles Davis, Joan Osbourne, Old Metallica, Neil Diamond, Megadeth, World music in general, Elvis Costello, Edith Piaf, Secret Chiefs 3, O'Death, High on Fire, Iron Maiden, Billy Joel, the Sword, Led Zepplin, Jimi Hendrix, Billie Holiday, Gogol Bordello, Iron & Wine, Cypress Hill and Motorhead. I like the Beatles too, which is ironic since I onced hated them with a passion. I was in a band called Long Ben... contact me if you would like to hear any of our old material. We had a few gems that we would play locally and abroad.
Casablanca. The Princess Bride. Space Balls. The Dark Crystal. Time Bandits. The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. Labyrinth. The Great Muppet Caper. Willow. Strange Brew. Catch-22. Ronin. Kelly's Heroes. The Golden Compass. Big Trouble in Little China. Donny Darko, which might as well be a documentary about my teenage years. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which is in my opinion pure genius. Treasure Planet.
No TV. Just Muppets. Lots and lots of Muppets.
100 Years of Solitude. Moby Dick. Wicked. The Little Prince. The Sirens of Titan. The Things they carried (having finished this one, I finally understand my father). Leaf Storm and other Stories. Love in the time of Cholera. These are great books. However, seeing as they're the only books I have ever finished, I can't truly claim to be a reliable source for suggestions in this department.
My old cat, Bringer of Death. He was muscular, handsome, charismatic, a die-hard hedonist, and absolutely lethal to boot. I miss you, my little man. I would also like to thank everyone that has successfully put up with my bullshit for more then a day... and my old bandmates Matty and Jesse, for giving me direction in life in the form of music (a big Billy Idol fist pump to both of you).