My List is as follows, and is likely in no particular order, except of course the first one:
Some people like music, darlings, but I love music. I eat it for breakfast, second-breakfast, elevensies, lunch, tea, snack, dinner, dessert, and for my midnight snack. I roll around in music naked and do naughty things with it. I lap up every note and make porno-bedroom eyes and demand more. I could have just made a list of 21 albums I irrationally love, or 21 artists, or 21 great lyrics. When I listen to music, I devour it, soaking in the history of it, spotting references like a wine connoisseur can detect hints of cherry, leather, or chocolate, and can tell you what vintage they’re drinking. I am a music snob — but I like a bit of everything. I can enjoy a GOOD piece of bubblegum as well as a thick, complicated bit of prog steak. I have a particular weakness for tragic or angsty singers — Jeff Buckley, Morrissey, Robert Smith of The Cure, Trent Reznor of NIN. As I get older, I find that I miss old analogue recording processes — the digital age has brought with it a certain loss of respect for the idea of getting it right in the studio, and so what results on the radio is something that sounds so overproduced that you lose that amazing musicianship that used to be present when people had to get it right before they called it a day. Okay, I’m going to stop now. Could just go on all day about music.
Don’t judge me, darlings — I love Scooby-Doo. The ’60s and ’70s stuff, anyway. I’ve tried to go back and watch some of its other incarnations, and they just don’t do it for me the way the originals did.
HOWEVER — the latest version — Mystery Incorporated — is absolutely brilliant! I think it’s because it’s being done by the same people who did that great BATMAN cartoon. It’s full of pop culture references that are purely for adults — including an episode where, no kidding, darlings — they spoof Andy Warhol and The Velvet Underground & Nico, complete with a parody version of All Tomorrow’s Parties (see — MUSIC!) and get this (SPOILERS!): Lou Reed ends up being the villain. Seriously. Lou Reed as a Scooby Doo Villain. How amazing is that? (It’s Season Two Episode Six in case you need to see this — and believe me, darlings — you do.)
3. Concept Albums
No, it’s not the same as MUSIC. Well, it is, but indulge me. I absolutely LOVE concept albums — that is, an album that is actually one piece of music — like a rock opera, or just something with recurring themes. My favourites (in no particular order) Pink Floyd’s The Wall, Genesis’ The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, Marillion’s Misplaced Childhood, Marillion’s Brave, The Decemberists’ The Tain, The Decemberists’ Hazards of Love, The Who’s Quadrophenia, The Who’s Tommy, Neutral Milk Hotel’s In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Jethro Tull’s Thick as a Brick, Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here, The Flaming Lips’ Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, Anais Mitchell’s Hadestown, Green Day’s American Idiot, Sufjan Stevens’ Come on Feel the Illinoise, The Violet Burning’s Story of Our Lives. Honorable Mentions: The Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, Ben Folds Five’s Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner
4. Indian Food
I love curry. Lamb vindaloo, Sag Paneer, Biryani, Channa Masala, Naan… these words are like foreplay when whispered in my ear. I love the tingle on my lips as I challenge my spice tolerance. I love tearing apart fresh Naan in my hands and sopping up every last bit of sauce on the plate.
5. Apple Products
Sigh. Not an endorsement, and nobody’s paid me to say so, but I loves me some iAnythings. I have entirely way too many iProducts and iShouldprobablybuystock.
6. Graphic Novels/Comic books
Not quite as passionate as I once was (don’t get me started on how DC’s New52 has completely ruined superheroes for me), I enjoy a good comic book — I tend to gravitate to the arty, intellectual stuff — not REALLY much for the tights and big boobs/impossible physiques stuff. Favourite writers: Grant Morrison, Alan Moore, Warren Ellis, Mike Mignola, Bill Willingham, Neil Gaiman — and Brian Michael Bendis – especially his Daredevil run. I’d say Frank Miller, but honestly, the man has COMPLETELY ruined any goodwill he had with me. How do you go from being so brilliant with Daredevil’s Born Again and The Dark Knight Returns and Ronin — and then so completely wash out?
Favourite ever: The Sandman. As evidenced by:
7. Books in General
I have over 1,000 e-books. Not that I’ll ever get around to reading them all. But it’s not e-books that I’m talking about. I’m talking about physical books — I love the feel of them, the smell of them, the taste of them as I chew on a corner of a leatherbound book — okay, I don’t do that — but it’s tempting. I love the look of them on my many bookshelves. If I ever won the lottery I would buy a big old Victorian with a turret, and in that rounded room I would build a library so tall that I had to have a ladder on rollers, and I would swing around the room admiring my books like Belle in Beauty and the Beast. (It’s true, darlings — bitches love libraries).
No, not the bus. Not the racing dog. The drink. Vodka and grapefruit juice, although, technically, I suppose mine’s a Pink Greyhound, as I use ruby red grapefruit juice for mine.
9. Random digressions
Long before Family Guy popularized the random cut-away, I would slip into random digressions, both in my writing and in everyday speech.
It’s true, The Countess Penelope of Arcadia, which is somewhere near London circa 1887 confirmed, iss loik she can’t ‘elp ‘erself it is. Blimey and such. Might you ‘ave the price of an ‘ot cuppa, gov’ner? I’m ever so cold. They frew me ‘outta the work ‘ouses, they did, for causin’ a ruckus. All I did was flash me knickers at the soup lady, wot everybody knows goes for the ladies, she does. I was ‘opin’ ta get meself a bit of extra meat in me broth. They called me a tart, can you believe it, your lordship?
But I digress, darlings. I do that. I fucking LOVE doing that.
10. American Beauty/Fight Club
I am obsessive about these two movies — particularly in the examination of them as Yin/Yang of each other thematically and philosophically. Watch them back to back sometime and tell me that you don’t see that at the heart of these films lies the same message, albeit presented from opposite sides of the spectrum: Until you accept that one day you are going to die, you never start living.
If you ever do watch these back to back, darlings (and trust me, you really should) pay special attention to this (I could write a THESIS on this) – The Couch as a metaphor for empty materialism and spiritual emptiness. BOTH movies have this in it… how weird is that!
11. Two words: Ferris Bueller
My favourite. I frequently reference it in my writing, in my every day life, in professional emails. If I were a Catholic, I’d likely find some way to slip a Ferris quote into my confessions.
12. The Films of David Fincher
Fight Club of course, but he also did: Seven, The Game, Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Zodiac, (Panic Room deserves a serious PASS as it’s his only stinker) and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
13. Stretching like a Cat
I’ll often spend fifteen minutes or more stretching in bed like a cat when I wake up, and sometimes I even make purring, rowring noises as I do it.
Ob. Sessed. Coffee is like music — I am a connoisseur. I like trying different coffees (not flavoured shit) to get the subtle different flavours that come from different regions. Favourites: Sumatrans, Kenya blend from Starbucks (if brewed correctly, has real hints of grapefruit) and Verona, again from Starbucks (chocolate hints).
15. Binge watching on Netflix
I absolutely HATE watching shows one week at a time. Life’s too short, and there’s so many good things to watch — also, I learned my lesson from LOST — I wasted six years of my life watching that show, and I’ll not do it again. SO — I wait until a series is finished before I watch it, and let someone else tell me whether it’s worth watching or not — and then I BINGE on it on Netflix, watching the entire series in a couple weeks. Most recent: Breaking Bad.
I love pancakes. I put peanut butter on them, and then maple syrup. If there’s bacon on the side, that’s even better (the bacon oils and peanut oils together is like a party in your mouth).
17. Driving for the sake of going for a drive
I confess I did this a lot more when I could fill my tank for $18, and now that it’s three times that much, I’m a lot more hesitant. But I love going for a drive, particularly if there’s somewhere beautiful to drive (again, not so much where I’m living right now) and blasting music.
18. Sneaky sex
Okay, the admission. I like having sex in places where there’s that fear of getting caught. In a room full of people. In a movie theatre. On a bus (long trip one time). On the beach in full view of other beachcombers.
19. Hiking in woods
After pancakes, it’s a good idea to get some physical activity in. I like getting away from the city and going for a hike among trees.
20. Hating Winter
It’s almost an Olympic sport for me. I have trained for it. I loathe winter so much, I’ve composed odes to how much I hate winter. I love to hate winter. It fills me with a warm glow.
I love when I find someone that can keep up with me and my witty mind. I also love trying to stump people with esoteric references, and am doubly impressed when they can stump me.
22. Plugging other writers.
What? I’m not one for rules, darlings, so just bear with me. K.Z. Morano is coming out with a collection of 100 of her scariest tales, titled 100 Nightmares. Check out the cover reveal HERE
If you’ve got a list of your own, please share it, and link back!