Stuff. Things. Junk. Crud. Music. Books. The IWW. Cooking. Drinking. Daydreaming. Worrying. Wasting time on the interwebs. Tattoos. Travel. Learning languages. Complaining about the ways Minneapolis fails to be Chicago. Failing to fall asleep.
Wobblies. Commies. Writers. Readers. Punks. Nice people.
Jawbreaker. The Weakerthans. The Lawrence Arms. The Clash. The Buzzcocks. The Ramones. The Methadones. Refused. The (International) Noise Conspiracy. Screeching Weasel. The Riverdales. Propagandhi. Fugazi. The Falcon. Jets to Brazil. Jawbox. Burning Airlines. The Streets. Chumbawamba. Strike songs. The Specials. Mash ups. Goldie Lookin' Chain. Any number of smart angry punk rock bands from Chicago who beat the hell out of whatever you're currently listening to.
I'm gonna have to check my NetFlix account cuz I can't think of any movies right now, just like how any time I walk into a record store my mind goes blank and I'm all "do I listen to music?"
The Simpsons. Angel. World Cup.
Writers, actually - Nelson Algren, Jeanette Winterson, Italo Calvino, Nick Hornby, Jorge Luis Borges, Patrick McCabe, Irvine Welsh, J.D. Salinger, John Steinbeck, Karl Marx, Jacques Ranciere.
B.A. Barakis.