Beer and Boobs. No intellect to speak of, though I have been known to occasionally worship wax fruit and dance naked to Diamanda Galas. I don't even know what that means, but it reads good, eh?
You? Probably not. How about your evil twin Skippy? Either that, or perhaps a sexy swedish woman with big hands to work on my back, and a petite asian goddess to work on my... ummm... Did I mention the hot tub, bottle of merlot and chronic to go with my dream ladies? Hey, a man can dream, right? RIGHT? ~sigh~
Hum a few bars and I can try and play it on my guitar for you.. if it will give me a better chance of getting into your pants. But, seriously... no, I mean it. Why else did I learn to play?
Oh... you mean "music" as in "what do I listen to?"
I listen to whatever is on. I am pretty open to most music, though there are a few genres I just really don't care much for... still, I can listen to anything, and I'm ecletic.
In my mp3 player right now; RHCP, Tool, Steely Dan, Jimi Hendrix, Kate Bush, Bob Marley, Grateful Dead, David Bowie, Sublime, Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, Joni Mitchell, Paul Simon, Foo Fighters, Benny Goodman, Dave Brubeck, Parliment Funkadelic, JAMES BROWN, Bootsy Collins, Bob Dylan, King Crimon and last but not least, Van Halen (Diver Down, if you care). I need to add some crooners, a little bluegrass, klezmer, reggae and salsa and a few country standards (no modern country shit, sorry. If they ain't dead, or will be soon, or should have stopped long ago.... I ain't interested) and I think that's a pretty rounded selection of the kind of musical tastes I have.
Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling.
Hartigan, you stupid old man. You led them right to her.
Mongo only pawn in game of life.
It's ok, Charlie. I've got an angle.
Louie, This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
Rizzo, wake up.
Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
That is the sound of inevitability, Mr Anderson.
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.
...Rosebud.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my cameo
What is your major malfunction, Numbnuts!
Luke, I am your father.
They call me... Tim.
Give us.... Brian!
I used to make it for a living once upon a time. Really. Sorry. Just doing what the producers told me to. By the way, that looked great. Can we do it again? Same as before, only different... reality TV is an oxymoron.
Biblioholic, if you can't tell. Blame my parents. Even worse, my current gig is working in a bookstore. I used to manage them a deacade ago. Now, apparently the added ten years of learned wisdom has reduced me to serfdom (extremely literate and socratic serfdom, but serfdom nonetheless). Isn't life grand? Need a book? Ask me.
Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Henry Thoreau, Chuck Liddell and Muhammed Ali. If you can't teach peace, just kick the sh*t out of them instead. G*d love George Bush! (smell that? That's SARCASM)