I favor swings, records, taking photographs, looking at photographs, going out of my mind, hearing people's stories about their childhood, going on walks at night, befriending strangers because we all have the same human values, and i just love it when silly people think that life is dreadful... because life is beautiful.
I got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word
music
*beatles*
*white stripes*
*greenhornes*
*led zeppelin*
black hollies - nirvana - son house - doors - willie mctell - buffalo killers - yardbirds - pearlene - cincinnati suds - cream - lions rampant - pink floyd - robert johnson - blanche - raconteurs - simon and garfunkle - kinks - wolfmother - griefs - black keys - captain beefheart - and anything classic rock or blues rock
movies
yellow submarine - pink flamingos - rocky horror - pulp fiction - fight club - a clockwork orange - buffalo '66 - fear and loathing in LV - sin city - under blackpool lights - harold and maude - punch drunk love - the wall - ghost world - desperate living - eraser head - closer - the wicker man - citizen cane - the machinist - i
books
dibbs - johnathan livingston seagul - animal farm - jerome - 1984
I'd like to meet:
I heard an interview where Son House was talking about the blues. While he can't talk well, he is thinking a lot inside his head, and he has a funny way of tying to spit out his ideas so that he gets his point across. Son House lived and died a long time ago, but I take his advise just about every day. His words are powerfull and although he seems so basic, his words can really humble you. I think he must have been a great man to know...
"T he real old blues don't call for no jumpin'. If you go to jumpin' that ain't the blues. They can name it the blues, but it ain't the blues. The blues is just by itself, that's the blues. When you done got lonesome with worry, and don' know what to do. Thinkin' 'bout your loved ones, and people that you wanna be nice to you. You been nice to them, but they ain't, and you're decieved by 'em. Now you got the blues man and you don' know what to do. You wants to see 'em, wonder where they at, wonder where they goin', wonder why they decieve me. I trust 'em with everything I had, I done everyting, I turn my heart to 'em. With faith and belief in 'em. And then they get up and decieve me. Now you don' know whether to cut their throat or to cry again. That's the blues.... B-L-U-S-E."
*NOTE* creepy old men perverts are NOT allowed to ask me to be their friend or message me.... and neither are idiots or clock manufacturers.
Movies:
When photographing people in color, you photograph their clothes... But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls
