Apotheosis

Art Critic/Faux-Musician

guitar skree, pitchforkmedia.com, reading, diatribes, art, dancing with wolfies, irony, robots, fire, grey areas, wine in the brain, avant garde syllogisms, fake karate, "working out", wastin' my life and keepin' cool under pressure

a fan's notes, the crystal desert, plagues and peoples, dubliners, rainbow stories, the rings of saturn, the plague, the stranger, trickster makes this world, blue beard, slaughter house 5, nausea, reading in the dark

the fog of war, f for fake, le weekend, ghost world, taxi driver, the pianist, himalaya, shower, city of lost children, welcome to the dollhouse, hour of the wolf, amelie, north by northwest, the thin red line, touch of evil, eraserhead, the elephant man, and anything by kurosawa.

the theme song to borat's segment on da ali g show (basically boss-level video game music meets turkish disco), my bloody valentine, the arcade fire, madvillain, perfuse 73, animal collective, junior boys (make postal service look like mere sum-of-influence copy-cats, which, of course, they are), dungen, devendra banhart, sufjan stevens, godspeed you black emperor, the decemberists, mission of burma, bedhead, pavement, xiu xiu, mclusky, flaming lips, boards of canada, talking heads, manitoba, mercury rev, aphex twin, sonic youth, neutral milk hotel, fire show, hebert, can, tortoise, sea and cake, fugazi, octant, joy divison, les savy fav, wire, franz ferdinand, the fiery furnances, television, the smiths, olivia tremor control, pulp, four tet, will oldham, metamatic, modest mouse, pixies, belle and sebastian, autechre, mouse on mars, magnetic fields, the velvet underground, t. rex, the clientele, june of 44, the walkmen, sparklehorse, brainiac, iran, quasi, et al.

the simpsons, seinfeld, kids in the hall, mr. show, PBS programming. However, after acting out an Elvis fantasy, I watch very little. I stay "connected" via NPR and the New Yorker.

Leo

Vague, unassertive, remorseful. Or possibly the
opposite. My days are wasted penning some of the most
memorable verse to ever grace the eyeballs of the poetry
contest judges. Along with a paper-clipped check for 25
dollars, my entry into that erudite battle of herculean
wits is gained! Basically, I'm a poor man's Burt Reynolds
circa 'Stick'.

indie rock boys & girls. people to discourse on myriad subjects.