Balancing the essentially frivolous with the eternally meaningful. Truth, honor, the sacred/erotic, silk, friendly dogs, how much petrol I have left, how much time I have left. Oh, and...
I don't know -- you, maybe.
Not in the least limited to, but including... Manu Chao. Akendengue Pierre. Adrian Belew. Alicia Keys. Billie Holiday. Neil Young. Neenah Cherry. Ani DiFranco. Ian Anderson. Phillip Glass. The Gypsy Kings. Omara Portuondo. Brian Eno. David Byrne. David Bowie. Rolling Stones. The Clash. The Who. Gorillaz. Miles Davis. The Marvellettes. Chuck Berry. Roy Orbison. Jimi Hendricks. Jeanie Ortega. Madonna, Rihanna, Shakira. Pink. What I like varies with my mood - sometimes soft, sometimes loud - Cuban and African pop, ska, reggae, blues, jazz, bluegrass, folk, classical, modern.. .
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Kirusawa's Ran is beautiful. Orson Well's Citizen Kane endures.
The L word. Boston Legal. The Daily Show. But really not a lot, I guess, since mine's got a 13" screen and there's a layer of dust on the remote.
Lately, it's mostly political stuff and trashy lesbian pulp fiction. Or Kafka.
Really, there are no "heroes," but if there were... Abraham, Martin and John. Chaney, Schwerner and Goodman. That brave young man who, one fine day in the spring of '89 in Tiananmen Square, stood in front of a tank, daring it to crush him. The young American girl who was crushed to death facing down an Israeli army bulldozer in Gaza. Daniel Elsberg. Jim Douglass and Jerry Levin, neither of whom know they're among my heroes. And all the other unsung ones who have and will always, no matter the consequences, speak truth to power.