I pretty much only talk to people who make me feel good.
Seriously. It's fairly Simple.
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Recently, I notice:
I am sexually attracted to Talent.
I really feel it the most when I'm watching great musicians. I dig a great singer - and actors are lovely - but music makers who can play an instrument... a fiddle... or a bass... or the drums... or a deep, orgasmic jazz voice... mmmmmm... the places they touch on the inside.
Mm.
And it's not just the rhythm thing - you know, the sex thing.
It is deeper than that. If they can get on the groove and roll with it... like work the groove... Damn. I work at a pretty slick Jazz Club in New York half the time and some of those nights are insane. I can't walk because I'm so riveted by the band... or maybe by some solo. My knees get weak and my groin aches.
Seriously. Aches. Wants.
Yeah - so I've always been a sucker for talents. They easily draw my interest. As they do for most people. And I noticed in the past that I think highly of them, sure- but the way I'm seeing some talent these days - especially people doing things that I've never tried to do - or are outside my common world - that way I can view them now is penetrating so much more profoundly than before.
This REAL talent... this RAW ferver... I've seen beyond the stage though.
Some writers do it... Some Radicals - simply by their way of being... Some hustlers on the streets even... Definitely those Artists who teeter on the edge of their craft. But even in the "real world" -
Example:
I had a lady-friend once, who I saw this in when she danced. Not like "professional ballet" and shit - but on the dance floor - at the bar, the "club" - in the craziness... she just rolled with it. And was in the midst of that moment and completely in her funky mode of dancing.
And that was all too hot. And spontaneous. And free. And you couldn't look away. Unless you were a playah hatah - or some such nonsense.
See,
it's different from being inspired by someone - like, Bernadette Peters, in the hopes that I could DO that one day or something. It's even different from seeing a performance so good and full of talent that I start thinking a world of new thoughts. Its more a movement in my soul - no need to think - no need to critique... but a stirring that makes me throb like a banshee. THROB like a banshee.
And that, my friends, is the newest Interest/Awareness. | 
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