Music that sounds like color and tastes like vibration. Music that calls upon a silenced, unknowable sense and gives it a voice. Specifically, Pre-war Rebetika (The Greek Blues).
Movies
Kiss Me Deadly, The French Connection, Hard Boiled, Marquis, Pierrot Le Fou, A Scanner Darkly, Paths of Glory, Amarcord, Edmond, Art-School Confidential, Bring Me the Head of Antonio Garcia, Dogville, Brick, The Conformist, The Science of Sleep
Television
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Books
Days of War Nights of Love, A portrait of the Artist, The History of Love, The Ethical Slut, Salonica: City of Ghosts
About me: I have a unique walk; my feet flip out forward as if abruptly released from the clutches of a great weight. If I have injured my foot or leg, I adopt a regal, elderly gait. When I'm in a hurry, I run without running and when I run, I grip my coat. If I'm not wearing a coat, I pretend I'm gripping one anyway. At every step, I am always bouncing, ever since I was starting to walk I have always bounced.
I love spontaneity but I tend to live by plans.
Loneliness is my greatest fear, intimacy my greatest desire, passion my greatest motivation.
Despite my attempts to remain an analytical secular empirical humanist, I believe in luck and destiny, charms and spells, ethereal realms achievable here, and that spiritual satisfaction is more important than material wealth. I do not believe in god. I do believe we do not know everything
Who I'd like to meet: The destitute, prepared to revel. A new family would be nice. Someone who wants to give me a massage.
i know many people! hows new york? you should pack up and head west young man! vinnies back in ky and chris is in california...but its still good here..but i miss you and dizzy and jared and chris..and more...so many people gone. im sure i'll see yall again!
you're a good memory as well, my friend. i am doing great! the song is called "tango till they're sore" by tom waits. i hope new york is still treating you well
Hey Bobby, I was wondering when you'd get around to us, since you don't accept friend requests from bands. Anyway, I'll talk to you when I get back from Macedonia. Ciao, G2.
