psychEcho3
female, 28 |
R.E. by day / bass player
DC / US
member since 13.05.2005
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i don't check flork often much anymore - feel free to drop me a line on myspace.
http://www.myspace.com/ashbrooksg
Love all types of music - Rock (progressive, classic, alternative), Jazz, Blues, Funk, Bluegrass and Classical.
I'm a bass player. (Also play piano/keyboards/guitar).
Love to talk philosophy, psychology, music, movies, science, travel, religion and will often endure politics.
Some Music:
Tool, Pink Floyd, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Bob Dylan, Radiohead, NIN, Beatles, Sigur Ros, TheWho, Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Peter Gabriel, Led Zeppelin, King Crimson, Van Morrisson, Neil Young, Bob Marley, Simon & Garfunkel, Sam Cooke, Elvis Costello, The Church, Echo & The Bunnymen, Bowie, The Police, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Thelonius Monk, Jaco Pastorius, BB King, Beethoven, Chopin, Debussey, Mozart, A Perfect Circle,
Bela Fleck, Rusted Root, Tori Amos, Flaming Lips, Muse, Interpol, Autechre, Boards of Canada, Portishead, Zero 7, Sade, Thievery Corp., Mars Volta...and always looking for new stuff.
Some Movies:
The Constant Gardener, Adaptation, Eternal Sunshine, Fight Club, Waking Life, Donnie Darko, Royal Tenenbaums, Requiem for a Dream, Apocalypse Now, Memento, Pulp Fiction, Vanilla Sky, The Godfather (I&II), Big Lebowski, Almost Famous, 25th Hour, Old School, Office Space, Big Fish, Unbreakable, American Beauty, The Usual Suspects, American History X, Shawshank Redemption, 12 Monkeys,
Super Troopers, High Fidelity, Oh Brother where are thou, The Wall, 2001 S.O....enough for now...
Books: Diary of a Drug Fiend, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Catcher in the Rye, Atlas Shrugged, The Elegant Universe, The Tipping Point...ad nauseum.
"I'd like to quit thinking of the present as some minor insignificant preamble to something else."
- Dazed & Confused
"...I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?"
-- Waking Life
"Point is, what's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid that looks exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way."
--Adaptation
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
- Pink Floyd |
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