Political cartoons. Country drives and farmhouses. Gin. Anyone that really knows how to tell a good story. Friends that love to travel. Sweet tea.
I would love to spend more time with all the wonderful friends I have...
Herbie Hancock, Wynton Marsalis, and Arlo Guthrie(finally got to interview all of them , they might be my favorites for a while...) Birdlips, my new favorite band, a must see live. Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin. Spoon. The Meters. Steve Earle. Springsteen, preferably with a hairbrush to sing into. anything by Nick Drake. Radiohead. Devandra Banhart. Darrell Scott. Thelonious Monk. The Rays (Lamontagne and Charles). Actually, pretty much anything Ray Charles ever touched. Cat Power. The Decemberists. Lee Scratch Perry. Ryan (Not Bryan) Adams. Gil Scott Heron. Bootsy Collins. Sigur Ros. NRBQ. Amadou and Mariam. Madness. Wilco. Son Volt. and of course, Uncle Tupelo. Say Hi to Your Mom. Beck. Iron and Wine. Etta James. Replacements. John Prine. Patty Griffin. Bettye LaVette. My Morning Jacket. The Clash. Nina Simone. Woody Guthrie. Billy Bragg. Talib Kweli. Gangstarr. Ben Kweller. Madeleine Peyroux. Johnny Cash. Josh Rouse. James McMurtry. Caitlin Cary. Thad Cockrell. Sam Cooke. Little Brother. Inflowential. JJ Cale. Susan Tedeschi. Gordon Lightfoot, and I don't care what you say. Elvis Costello. Lou Reed. Lucinda Williams. Old Ceremony. Paul Simon.
Haven't had one in years. Shel Silverstein said it best......Channel 1's no fun.Channel 2's just news. .. Channel 3's hard to see.Channel 4 is just a bore.Channel 5 is all jive.Channel 6 needs to be fixed.Channel 7 and Channel 8-Just old movies, not so great.Channel 9's a waste of time.Channel 10 is off, my child.Wouldn't you like to talk a while?...................................................... .....................or as Cameron says "If you would like a quick glimpse into the decline of civilization, watch "The Flavor of Love". If you squint, you can see a mushroom cloud and all four Horsemen."
Lorrie Moore again, at the moment. " I am thinking not of my own body here, that unbeguilable, broken basket, that stiff meringue. I am not, Patrick, thinking only of myself, my lost troupe, my empty bed. I think of the dancing body's magnificent and ostentatious scorn. This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking: we say with motion, in space, This is what life's done so far down here; this is all and what and everything it's managed-this body, these bodies, that body-so what do you think, Heaven? What do you fucking think?
Arthur Ashe.