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"I like the extravagant, ridiculous, vulnerable & strange,
bull horns & enchanted forests. I'm the son of an..."
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Occupation:
neo-folk, bohemian rock star
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Hobbies and Interests:
musical experimentation, two turn tables & a microphone, dressing like a smurf, autonomous dreamlife & aesthetic liberation, construction/destruction
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Favorite Music:
Mississippi John Hurt, Iggy Pop, Patti Smith, James Brown, Darby Crash, Mark Mothersbaugh, Bacharach, Hoagy Carmichael, Hank Williams, IMA Robot, TV Eyes, Smokey & Miho
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About Me:
I like the extravagant, ridiculous, vulnerable & strange,
bull horns & enchanted forests. I'm the son of an
actress/musician Bibbe Hansen (one of Andy Warhol's
Superstars) & a bluegrass musician David Campbell & the
grandson of Al Hansen who founded the FluXus movement.
To learn more about me read my journal:
http://www.beck.com/journal
I don't like testosterone vigils.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I'm looking for bboys who like potpourri, those who will
represent for acid washed daizy dukes & lavender cucumber
exfoliating scrub.
My email: automaticbazooty2003@yahoo.com
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guitar, the one that I learned
everything I now know musicaly on, has
a sticker on the bottom that says
BECK? Well it does, and I never stuck
anything else on it!
these fighting robots (No joke) I turn
around and Beck is right behind me, I
don't say anything because i figure
that he's going on stage soon and the
last thing he wants to do is talk to
me, so I turn back around to make it
look like i didn't see him, but I don't
think it mattered because he was really
into these fighting robots and he was
asking the fighting robot people a
bunch of questions, perhaps he wanted
to know how to get his own fighting
robot. At this time Morissey was on
stage being drepressed about something,
I yelled at him to shut up because I
really anoid with all the "feel sorry
for me" "No body loves me" "No one
understands me crap", I turn back
around and Beck is gone, he played the
next set so i guesss he had to duck out
and change into his purple velvet
tastle number, I learned a lot that
night, but most of all I learned that
Beck loves fighitng robots. All Class.
know Europe is tempting but please come
back to America- you are our only hope.
and take care of my pet robot and he
showed me many sexy hot uses for milk
and honey that i had never experienced
before. i told him i want to bear his
children but then he began talking
about brids...and then he wandered off
to dance on some spacial plane
had the rare occasion to attend a
book-signing event at Rizzoli's in New
York City a few years back. I was
shaking something awful... and when it
was over, it was over like some awesome
dream you wake up from. You wake up and
try to go back to sleep to return to
that sleepy, good feeling. This man
makes my heart jump and skip a beat. He
was my St. Valentine's day party this
past year and I'll never forget him.
And, as a testament to his emperor
status - while making a B-horror movie 3
Falls ago, me and Adam Green (who might
as well be his long lost little brother
from the East Coast) had a Beck
hootenanny in between shooting. Thanks
for your gifts always.
little boy......i'm not giving you my
phone number!
Vegas with the Flaming Lips and that
lead singer guy found me before the
show and asked me to put on a rhino
costume and dance around on stage.
That was cool but those costumes are
so hot and I was so nervous I would
miss your set. Luckily I did not and
you were amazing. Why do I love your
music so much? Tell me damnit!
Answer: No. I have never not liked Beck.
...from his home made tapes to an
orchestral masterpiece, we've loved
every second, every song, every move,
and every word.
Beck makes us hot.
tropical oils
turn up the heat
i want to defy
the logic of all sexxlaws
let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
i'll let him be our chapperone at the
half way home...he's a full grown man
but he's not afraid to cry.
and neither are we...he's so good he
makes us cry...
-- troubled children
nobody's fault but my own." -bh. i know
its all my fault for loving you. for
looking at you as some rock icon god
like homosapien. a muse that has
inspired me from day one. thanks for
inspiring me to get a sitar and a quica.
sorry i gave u such a fucked up
minidisc at the orlando hrl show (and
the compromising pix of my little
sister). Here's to constantly
reinventing one self, and keeping the
music REAL! Keep on doing what you do.
ps. i love your art work as well as
your grand fathers...the hensons art
should be hung at The Museum of Modern
Art in NY. (that's all for now...)
we "reak of tropical charms, where
tourists snore and decay..." -bh (i'm
talking about florida - i hope your
stay wasn't so bad that you won't be
coming back for another 5 years...some
of us are stuck here!)
xoxox, nobody you know
shout. He has these magical powers that
just take over my mind, my body and my
soul. I've seen beck live quite a few
times, most recently in NYC with the
Flaming Lips. When he moves, when he
smiles, when he sings, everything fades
away, except for him in all his glory.
Get crazy with the cheese whiz always,
folks.