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jimbennett

59 M San Francisco, CA

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 0″ (1.83m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Buddhism, and laughing about it
Sign
Leo, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Entertainment / Media
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Spanish (Okay)

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My self-summary
It's awfully considerate of you to be here...please read this if you have the time and if you don't then you are obviously ignoring your own intentions...er I think you may find it difficult to pull yourself away if you don't stop with the reading of this part preamble and advisory ramble....(Last chance for a tidy exit) advice to you and me... Don't forget to breathe!!! and now various random musings, laced with a bit of me bits. [Music] and radio have been a focus for me along with a desire to share and an ability to teach. Some would describe me as a jazzist, but those who know me know that music in general that is creative is something I obsess about and seek out. I'm a pretty good guy who has at times been consumed by work and want to devote more time to having a personal life, which I feel is of primary importance.I'm really happy in the company of others who enjoy mine. Sensitive artist type, not extremely moody, but less than perfect.. Sometimes I even enjoy my own company...eeyore factor setting in...feeling not worthy of your attention.. but you know what... I know better... No chip on my shoulder, just get over it with me, if you would like a friend as much as i do. Soapbox vacated. sound and fury signifying ...something. Like maybe a new hello here!!!
I am musically obsessed, need to do laundry, and live with a pooka
What I’m doing with my life
Apparently forcing you to read some things that I like:

"The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns."
-- George Santayana

lots of recording, radio, some writing and laughing, but more is required..

these lyrics by Abbey Lincoln to her song Throw It Away seem appropriate

I think about the life I live A figure made of clay And think about the things I lost The things I gave away

And when I'm in a certain mood I search the house and look One night I found these magic words In a magic book

Throw it away Throw it away Give your love, live your life Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open Let the sun shine through 'Cause you can never lose a thing If it belongs to you

There's a hand to rock the cradle And a hand to help us stand With a gentle kind of motion As it moves across the land

And the hand's unclenched and open Gifts of life and love it brings So keep your hand wide open If you're needing anything

Throw it away Throw it away Give your love, live your life Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open Let the sun shine through 'Cause you can never lose a thing If it belongs to you

Throw it away Throw it away Give your love, live your life Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open Let the sun shine through 'Cause you can never lose a thing If it belongs to you

'Cause you can never lose a thing If it belongs to you You can never ever lose a thing If it belongs to you

You can never ever lose a thing If it belongs to you You can never ever lose a thing If it belongs to you

© MOSEKA MUSIC
I’m really good at
waltzes for one, but I'm tired of this kind of good. I can also whistle a happy tune when called for, or wail appropriately at the darkness that prevails..
The first things people usually notice about me
an interesting puzzle with a strong sense of self deprecation and preservation, peppered with a twist of humor. You know, the twisty kind. egg shaped head, crooked smile, nice hands. timid woodland creature with twitchy nose..
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I've been thinking about Rimbaud and William Blake's 250th, Emily Dickinson, Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll.... Patti Smith's Just Kids is a favorite recent, Jennifer Egan. I like Neil Gaiman, Philip K Dick, Rilke, Terry Pratchett, Michael Pollan, Walter Tevis, Haruki Murakami, Jonathan Lethem, Dave Eggers, Neruda, Billy Collins

I want to join Flight Of The Conchords and I do not play bongos!!

Just heard Mick Harvey's version of Here I Am by Emmylou Harris..great version..... seems appropriate for asking you to think about contacting me

I am standing by the river I will be standing here forever Though you're on the other side My face you still can see Why won't you look at me Here l am

I am searching thru the canyon It is your name that I am calling Though you're so far away I know you hear my plea Why won't you answer me Here I am

I am in the blood of your heart The breath of your lung Why do you run for cover You are from the dirt of the earth And the kiss of my mouth I have always been your lover Here I am

I am the promise never broken And my arms are ever open In this harbor calm and still I will wait until Until you come to me Here I am

and since I'm not prepared to share some of my own , I'll give you these appropriate lyrics from Nick Drake and his song One Of These Things First

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be Here and now I would be, I should be But how? I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more. Could have been your statue, could have been your friend, A whole long lifetime could have been the end. I could be yours so true I would be, I should be through and through I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute A real live giver, could have been a boot. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be even here I would be, I should be so near I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first

Love Is Sign

I'm ten feet under water Standing in a sunken canoe Looking up at the waterlillies They're green and violet blue Still the sun it finds A place to light me Still the sun it finds That it's warm beside me

Green and violet blue No matter what you say no matter what you do I want to be the one and Love is a sign

The letters that we're writing Baby they just break our hearts And when we get back together again There's just no time to start No time to restore It's all on the ground What you've been doing Against what I've found And this is what I find No matter what you say no matter what you do I want to be the one and Love is a sign

I'm not a playboy or a poet There's no cool water from the well I wish you had a big house And that your work would start to sell Wave after wave Our tension and our tenderness Wave after wave Our tension and our tenderness Green and violet blue No matter what you say no matter what you do I want to be the one and Love is a sign

I know I'll see you again The world is too big or too small I won't be the madman then It will be me that's come to call Me in freezing weather Snow cuffs on my wrist You down by the river London no longer exists This is what I find No matter what you say no matter what you do I want to be the one and Love is a sign
The six things I could never do without
music, tenderness, humanity ,kindness, humility, letti­ng loose and no I didn't recite this when I was a Boy Scout. Oh and clean socks and really there are more than seven
I spend a lot of time thinking about
thinking, sometimes i think before i think
On a typical Friday night I am
still me in all my glory, fighting the good fight and needing reinforcements it isn't too much love that's killing me

Do you ever feel this way?
Stray

You don't have to tell me what you're still looking for,
Two arms to hold you and a voice to say,
"That's alright, you can spend the night",
Well, come around.
'Cos I've been there and these are the notes
From the overground,
The World Saxophone Quartet, the smell of violets,
And a passing friend won't let you down.

Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling,
Say you're gonna change your foolish ways.
Make a promise, break a promise in the same day,
It goes the same way, anyway.
So you pray for silence and its sadness and its violence
To be washed away, One day.

I understand the state you've reach of being unreachable,
Somewhere out there where only the music plays.
Loneliness and being alone don't always mean the same,
Who needs the movie? You can see the music anyway.
A Sketch For Winter, a Burgundy and sanctuary
Can make me stay when I feel that way.

And if my words don't say the things that they were meant to say,
And if confusion comes and carries all my words away,
And if you still don't understand,
I wanna hold your hand, and look at it this way...
Someone singing's better than the war they're winning
Winging its way, your way or my way,
Any day, any way, stray.

Roddy Frame wrote this.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
some of my socks are missing... i'm pretty sure you might have one or two... in fact you've been wearing them whenever we have met... if you love me that much, you can keep them, although it really is ok to wash those lovely socks of mine...
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 40–65
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
if you've read all this gibberish and still believe you have not wasted your time or if you are looking for a bit of resonance and something real that would be more meaningful than a pint of Guinness, or at least would rank right up there. Also if you calypso when you chicken, or even know what Danny and the Juniors were talking about.