self-destructive habits and time wasting. or what you hippies call 'art' namely
-writing -dancing -drinking -drawing -dreaming -rhyming -singing -smoking -cuddling -piddling my precious fleeting life away.
and i love people, they're so endearingly disappointing. just like me.
i'm also very interested in anything funny. like your face. hee.
sugardaddies and other suckers.
i'm driven by the beat. it makes me move. it makes me sing. it makes me groove. it makes me dream. it makes me grab a pen and do my thing. i wish i knew more about it. i wish i knew more about everything. teach me something, and i'll respect you. deceive me, and i won't.
i like shit that makes my soul growl and my ass shake. that makes my body feel like it's got something to prove. and it does. so drop a beat.
i like album covers and records esp. if theyre old. it's as if they tell a story before you ever play them. everywhere you look, is a piece of a story, a beat on the drum.
i hum in the shower. i often sing the blues, quite literally. touch me in the right place, and i'll sing them for you. and believe it or not, i'll sing them softly, soulfully, and in the place of tears. that's what keeps me young. well that and a really sharp pencil i used to alter my birth certificate.
for those of you who need listed specifics, fuck off. but here goes, to name a few: amon tobin, aesop rock, ugly duckling, edan, jedi mind tricks, j5, early 90's hiphop in general. nas, oldold prince, pfunk, any funk, james brown, oh oh i like old torch songs, billie holiday, records so old with recordings so strained that they make the popple sound, otis redding, horace silver, the BEATLES (esp rubbersoul...with revolver at a close 2nd), classic rock in general especially if it reminds me of my mommy, disco!...no i'm serious, i love disco. don't hate. GOOD house music...no not BAD house music--there is totally a difference so step off.
sage franics, saul williams, or anyone who can create rich cadence, heartfelt depth, and resonating thought with their lyrics (please recommend!),
um on anutha tip howbout freq nasty, TIPPER, uberzone, and lotsa other bassy ass breaks, jungle/dnb, dj hype, bassnectar, squarepusher but not the really weird stuff, downtempo, mum, air, portishead, prefuse 73 and all sorts of goodies under the 'electronic' umbrella. kid koala, peanut butter wolf, insane turntablists but who dont forget that they're playing a song and not just doing pinkyfinger acrobatics,dubstep, hot chip,glitch mob...doo doo doo la-laalaaaaa...
the nightmare before christmas. like water for chocolate. mystery train. jesus christ superstar. harold and maude. city of god. fear and loathing. jacob's ladder. the freshest kids. drunken master. being john malkovich. boogie nights. requiem for a dream. SCRATCH. Friday. KUNG FU HUSTLE. the royal tennenbaums. the pillow book. chung king express. oldboy. drugstore cowboy. trainspotting. shaun of the dead. barfly. virgin suicides.
Hey have any of you people seen Attack of the Killer Clowns from Outer Space? Cool points if you have. Hot points if you liked it!
hey, check out with turntable mastermind: kid koala has been up to:
never touch the stuff. and i'm not admitting anything publically about my love for ANTM.
MOTHER'S URN: MEMOIR DUST....
SICK!...(my next inkpen joint...)
the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy; Lolita; the BFG; fear and loathing in las vegas; where the sidewalk ends; THE THESAURUS; the teachings of don juan; frankenstein; geek love; alice's adventures in wonderland and through the looking glass; the alchemist; the books of oz;
journals with filled pages; journals with pages left to fill...bah, fuck it. i am completely illiterate in most languages anyway. i had someone once tell me 'you haven't read enough to be a real writer.' that person is an asshole. a very correct assshole. so folks, im not a real writer. i'm a wooden writer. gee gepetto, i wish i were a real writer.
naomi my homey
tommy chong. that guy who left a 20 behind at the atm. thai restaurants that deliver. and my drug dealer bless his heart.
but seriously, i fucking love you banksy.
..hmm, i also woudln't mind having Slug's address. I'd like to mail him my best underwear. What.