I'm not sure why Lewis Black deserves the modifier Korean and the Dude doesn't but you'd have to ask my racist friends, I guess.
Nothing gives me goosebumps more than hearing someone wail on a guitar/sax/piano/mic/whatever.
I vacillate between being the part of me that makes me a competent engineer and the other part that likes to play music and just talk. Whatever happened to the art of conversation? It's one of the reasons I hate clubs. How the fuck are you supposed to talk to someone? I swear I'm not secretly an old man. Hah. How hilarious would that be? If we decided to meet up and I ended up being 74 years old? Okay more hilarious for me and less so for you. But the idea amuses me.