roller derby, chix with glasses, jumping up and down at shows, lazy sundays at Rancho Relaxo, friday night dance parties at Rancho Relaxo, public transport, competitive karaoke, queso, popping and locking at the bus stop, riding my board to Venice, pot brownies, making mixes for my people, willie fucking nelson, stereogum.com, the barmuda triangle, shows at the el rey, combing my awesome hair, amassing as much music as possible (200 gigs and counting!), the smell of a used bookstore, TEXAS
Music
skullet, los desnudos, alice cooper, willie fucking nelson, aesop rock, jay z (american gangster is sick), holy fuck, rjd2, qotsa, ozzy, joan jett, gnarls, daft punk, buddy holly, css, m.i.a., smashing pumpkins, motley crue, phish...and so much more.
Movies
Top 10?
1. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
2. Fight Club
3. Jaws
4. Boogie Nights
5. Pulp Fiction
6. Citizen Kane
7. Clerks
8. The Exorcist
9. Dazed and Confused
10. Blazing Saddles
Television
The Season Passes i have on my tivo are:
My Name Is Earl, The Sopranos, The Office, Scrubs, The Simpsons, No Reservations, Iron Chef, Robot Chicken, Austin City Limits, Dinner For Five, Weeds, 30 Rock
Books
Kinky Friedman, Chuck Klosterman, Chuck P, Bukowski, James Ellroy, Elmore Leonard, John Hodgeman, HST, Brett Easton Ellis
About me: While on the road, Zachary likes to cruise truck stops. Not for the men, or the whores, or even the fine cuisine they seldom provide… Zach hunts bigger game. "I got a call from a trucker friend of mine down Mobile, Alabama way" Zach recalls, "and he says the panhandle and northeast Texas are probably my best bet these days." So the bearded one moves on, Fresno recedes in the rearview mirror as a scythe of a moon rises over the crushingly hot California central valley. "It's a couple days drive, but with the stops along the way it may take us three and a half." Zach says, obviously referring to the thirty minute hunt that will repeat itself at every truck stop and roadside souvenir stand along the way.
"The elusive WHOF ARTED trucker cap hasn't been seen in North America for six years, but that doesn't mean it's not still here. Those bird-obsessed ornithologist clowns just found a woodpecker that was supposed to have gone extinct fifty years ago. I don't know if you're familiar with woodpeckers, but they fly and make a lot of noise. That's an easy target. The WHOF ARTED hat, well, it's as quiet as quiet can be. It certainly doesn't fly. You may ask 'what's the point of this line of argument, Zach?' and I have to tell you, simply, honestly… WHOF ARTED? I mean, what more is there to life than knowing the location, colors and price of these remaining hats? It keeps me up at night. It keeps me going."
The single-minded pursuit of the hat began early in Zachary's life in Dallas, Texas. The only child of a pro wrestling referee and an Avon lady, young Zachary took a particular liking to the rough and tumble style of the southern truck-driving men. The late '80s and early '90s gave the impressionable youth ample wardrobe choices to indulge in his borderline fetish. His sister remembers "Zach always had a lot of bandanas around. He was kind of sweaty so they came in handy. Most of all he liked to wear a bandana under a mesh baseball cap."
After high school and the unsuccessful launch of his own line of menswear aimed at the truck-driving community, Zachary moved to Los Angeles. It is here in the City of Angels that he found his other true love, the attention of beautiful women. In pursuit of this attention Zach has thrust himself into high-powered and lucrative careers such as Starbucks barista, hotel receptionist, film producer and rock 'n' roll band manager.
To be continued
Who I'd like to meet: The Rock-afire Explosion:
Danny:
Tootie, Natalie and Mrs. Garrett:
and these guys:
hilars!! I think you're subconsciously, or consciously, trying to tell me something since I just added a 3rd cat to my household. hehe. It would be awesome if i turned out like her, though, dontcha think?
