Ah who me? Well I'm just a rare breed of hard rock negro looking
for my muse to surrender to completely. To search for the truth in
a world of deception. I am offering a life time of creative loving
and funky movement through the war dances of the earth's cultures.
What is it they say, alls fair...
What I’m doing with my life
Nothing but karoshi. Keeping my head above water and making it any
way that I can.
But what I should be doing is a whole other story. There was a time
before I became a Salaryman, I was a vagabon painting and writing
my way into happiness. The road forked and I have lost my way.
Anybody have any ideas on the way back?
I’m really good at
Anything I put my heart into. If my heart is into it, my mind and
body follow. I have been known to try crazy things just because
they say, 'Oi you can't do that man, that's just crazy.'
I like kissing.
The first things people usually notice about me
That I ain't no jive talking turkey,sucker.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books are a passion of mine. I am working my way through
Christopher Moore's collection of words. I love John Irving, Irvine
Welsh, Charles Bukowski, William S Borroughs, adult Roald Dahl, Al
Purdy, and everything in the Outlaw Book of Poetry. I can’t help
thinking of icebergs and what people are always saying.
Have you ever witness some pre (or) teen look at one of their
parents and rip a strip off them most foul? Yeah same here. I blame
television. Have no use for it really. You wanna start war in a
house, attack the TV.
As for movies, I really enjoy the cinematic stylings of Takashi
Miike and Shinya Tuskamoto, Brazilian movies are fun, the odd bit
of strangeness out of Hollywood. Guy Richie, Quinton, Jim
Jarmuschs, Spike lee, that freakazoid David Cronenberg.
I hate to admit but Harry potter (the books) was my pimp for six
months and I am always open to suggestions. Do you have any?
Music is the way I pray.
I see food and music as religion. Nourishment for mind, body and
the soul, sometimes abusing both simultaneously. For every human
emotion there is the perfect theme song playing in the back
When ever I run eagerly into an 80's night I am always sorely
disappointed. The beat isn't hypnotic enough. Hip hop was
vibrating, beginning to disseminate truth till Sony got a hold of
it and turn it all Orwell animal farm on the radio. After the
second wave of break dancing I strapped on a pair of doc's and
slammed into punk rock but afro anything always tickled my
endorphins. Viva son clave.
The six things I could never do without
mind expanding contemplation, an editor, the beat of the earths
pulse, a panderio, something to search for and a set of sixteen
sweet bars to bleed my soul to.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
くそ why are their so many types of ways to write japanese?
Do I really need a Fender Telecastor and does it matter if she's
On a typical Friday night I am
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Are ah, I just wanna dance.
You should message me if
You have pink hair. Agree with a Bell Hooks Philosophy. You own a
pair of charismatic boots. You, at one time, have been in an all
girl punk band. You wanna help me learn Japanese. Know who Johnny
fluevog is and love everything about him. You play a rickenbacker
4003 any colour and drive a Vespa. You love Ani Difranco, you have
undeniable class and an impeccable sense of style. You know the
world is full of it and you play by your own rules.