A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical
value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very, very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Well lets start with the newer ones such as Cake, Ween, MC Chris, Smashing Pumpkins, The Shins, Beck, Andrew WK, Aphex Twin, Beastie Boys, Franz Ferdinand, now for a few classics, like Lynyrd Skynyrd, Black Sabbith, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Pink Floyd, and there are plenty that come after that
Movies
To date, The Big Lebowski, all the Resident Evil movies, all the Ginger Snaps movies, the classic Star Wars trilogy, the Grind House movies, Pulp Fiction, the Kill Bills, From Dusk Till Dawn, The Devils Rejects, Garden State, I Heart Huckabees, Stranger Than Fiction, Bottle Rocket, High Fidelity, Being John Malkovich, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Clerks, Mallrats, Dogma, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Clerks II, Catch and Release, and so on and so on
Television
Dexter, Tru Calling, Pushing Daisies, Dead Like Me, Weeds, The Venture Brothers, Mission Hill, and other things like that
Books
books... well books are a vast array of different styles, authors, and i really dont want to name all of them
Heroes
Heroes, well heroes to me are my friends, there always there when i need them most
About me: my art is me, everything i am and its everything im not. its my weakness and my strengths. my self-confidence and -esteem. my past, present, and most definitely my future. my art is where im going. where ive been, places i shouldn't have been, gone and shouldn't go. its everything and just a book. its my inspiration, my generation and its never finished, its never done, always a work in progress. its everything ive ever seen, heard, touched, smelled, sensed and believed, and my worst fears and all my hopes at the same time. its the beginning of the beginning and the end of an era. and so much more than a phase. its my art and describing it is describing me.
