Brassquatch
27 Philadelphia, PA
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My self-summary
I'm a musician-turned piano technician that doesn't have Aspergers.
What I’m doing with my life
Teaching Stephen Hawking how to dougie.
I’m really good at
Singing a whole tone scale
Unintentionally scaring people
Drunk-dialing my mother
Listening to clients' tales of woe
Not getting offended
Getting depressed in department stores
Breakdancing for Territory
Skipping meals
Misplacing paychecks
Huffing coffee grounds
The first things people usually notice about me
I make Don Draper look like Tommy Boy.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
A Confederacy of Dunces, Mark Twain, Hermann Hesse, David Foster Wallace, Cormac McCarthy, Philip Roth, and yes I love Vonnegut like everyone else on here.

Movies: anything Paul Thomas Anderson, anything Stanley Kubrick, Royal Tenenbaums, The Conversation, Raging Bull, Dog Day Afternoon, The King of Comedy (the Scorsese one, although I love Bernie Mac too), Adaptation, Children of Men, Broken Flowers, No Country for Old Men

Music: Robert Glasper, Thelonious Monk, Harry Nilsson, Gonzales, Brad Mehldau, Flying Lotus, Nick Drake, Debussy, Bela Bartok, Stravinsky, Elliott Smith, Jonny Greenwood, Tom Waits, Miles Davis

TV: The Wire, The Sopranos, Breaking Bad, Louie, Chappelle's Show, Six Feet Under, Eastbound and Down, Tough Crowd, True Detective. Haven't been keeping up with the current flood of great TV but if I start again, it will probably include Better Call Saul and Broad City.

Enough of this
The six things I could never do without
insulin
hearing Colin Quinn insult people
stretching
coffee
a creative wall to hit my head against
the idea that one day I will be a dog owner.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Finding validity in the unpopular side of an argument.
On a typical Friday night I am
Doing damage control at the Nut Hut Saloon. It's almost as disgusting as it sounds.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
When I hear wind chimes, I catch myself waiting for Bjork to start singing over them.
You should message me if
Gahhead.
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