Carlos Castaneda

Penn State, Stony Brook, Columbia (non-degree), Summers: Berklee College of Music, Westminster Choir College, Euro American Musical Alliance (Ecole Normale de Musique), & Fountainebleau

State University of New York - Stony Brook, Attended 2004 - Present, Class of 2006, Master's Degree, Music Composition

IT Consultant & Composer Extraordinaire

Columbia New Music, Cafes, Cameos in people's dreams, Craig's List, having been beaten, Agnostics, Union Sq, Astor Pl, Morningside Heights, ADD, rythmie du sommeil, Non-drinkers, Washington Sq Park, bookstores (especially used)...NYRRC, One World Symphony, opera singers, EAMA, Fontainebleau

Composing, Classical Music, Chatting, Parapsychology, torturing Christians, helping visitors, wandering 'round, fixing computers (lots of this lately!), making websites, Making friends on the Subway...running, weightlifting, arguing with Bush supporters, operatic singing light -hearted lyrics in jest, Garrison Keillor

The Power of Myth, By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept, Music Notation In the 20th Century

Star Wars, American Psycho, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Fight Club, Bowling for Columbine, Fahrenheit 911, When Harry Met Sally, Pumping Iron, Before Sunrise/ Before Sunset, Chasing Amy, The Wedding Singer, Akira, American Graffiti

Goldfrapp, Morrissey, Luis Miguel, Amr Diab, The Smiths, Kate Bush, Maurice Ravel, Stravinsky, Bach, Louis Armstrong, Cheesey Retro, Carlos Montoya

The Simpsons, Saturday Night Live, The History Channel, Times/Discovery Channels, Documentaries...A&E Biographies! TV Network reruns: Sha-la-la-laaaaaaaah....Sit Ubu, sit *RUFF* Good dog.

I fell asleep at the karmic wheel and veered off the road onto "the road not taken"...but traffic was at a stand-still and I, the wise ol' fool I have become, stumbled out and proceeded by foot, following my intuition through the dark of night toward the light that has been calling me...
"I'm just passing through here
On my way to somewhere civilised
And maybe I'll even arrive
Maybe I'll even arrive " (Morrissey)

"Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll?
Her heart's been broken just like you have...

All night You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right You want the young American" "Young American" (Bowie)

I happen to write damn good testimonials!

someone who enjoys wading through streams of consciousness...anyone who inspires verse and the reverse...verb and reverb...echoing poetry through the chambers in the cathedral of my heart.

"...yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."
Trieste-Zurich-Paris, 1914-1921
James Joyce