Midwestern transplant just here to chat up friends old and new. 47, 5'10, 220#.
I'm a big-time romantic: I have the imagination and the drive to sustain a romantical fascination for freakin' forever (god help me). But a long distance interwebs love affair is not an option. That shit is grade-school and I really don't need George Glass as a boyfriend. Not right now, anyway.
It turns out, unbeknownst to me, that the tightie-whitie profile pic (an oldie, btw) is now an album cover: Hirsute Pursuit's "Tighten That Muscle Ring" ( !!!! ). Any lawyers out there?
I'm a writer living in East Hollywood, eke-ing out a living, living for the cit-ay, scratchin' and survivin' (good times!) etc. etc.. I love music, love to talk about it, occasionally blog about it, don't actually *play* a musical instrument - a fact that will haunt me to my grave and beyond, I'm sure. : (
At the moment, because it's Winter in SoCal (you heard me) and I'm all giddy and dumb and chilly like that, I'm still listening to a lot of electro-pop but also some more substantial stuff as well: Tame Impala's amazing, unshakeable 'Lonerism', Melody's Echo Chamber, Stepdad, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Passion Pit, Cant, the new Hot Chip (which is incredible, btw), Penguin Prison, the new Frightened Rabbit, Thee Oh Sees, etc. etc. My meat and potatoes, however, remain skanky old glam (T. Rex, Sweet), drunk-rock (The Replacements, The Faces) and touchy-feely Elektra/Asylum singer-songwriters. So although I'm kind of all over the map I can focus when I need to, trust me. I'm very into movies, especially old dark n' twisty film noir and pre-code WB. So yeah, I'm a huge media nerd but also a genuinely nice, engaging guy who strives to keep an open mind/open heart.
One request: Please don't hector me into hooking up or meeting because that's a huge turn-off. If it's in the stars, we'll both be feeling it and it will all unfold naturally. In other words: Let it be.