--- Filmmaker
--- Filmmaker
College
Conservative
6' 1"
How about we… prepare a number for a piano bar and go perform it? I'll play, you sing.
How about we… learn to swing dance at the corniest place on Restaurant Row?
How about we… attend a rehearsal of the New York Philharmonic?
dogfishhead90minipa [at] gmail.com
Inverlochy Castle, Scotland.
'There Will Be Blood.' Or 'Auntie Mame.' Tough call.
I dreamt, though never believed, that one day I would lead a life of romance, risk, and beauty. My joys are nervous ones, my successes like butterflies, glorious and brief. And as I stand ankle-deep in mud, shoulder to shoulder with my vagabond army, I wonder if this is to be my Macedon or my Babylon. But true virtue begins in hypocrisy. And so I don the ass's nole in hopes that, one day, I may truly consort with fairies.
Dream concert would have to be all my favorite jazz singers from the 20th century: Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Blossom Dearie, Peggie Lee...
If you ever need a quiz-bowl partner for a "Name that National Capital" contest, I'm your man.
listing off your first date no-nos.
My grandmother.
Dragged by my summer roommate to a stranger's house party, I decided to be Italian for the evening.
Paul Thomas Anderson. Though to my friends, this isn't such a secret.
cherished.
Three-piece suits.
"My boy took piano lessons for 10 years. Yes! Did you know that? Play something, sweetheart! Play for the nice people. Oh, come now! Look, he's turning red. Just like when he was a boy. Such a cutie pie. Really, he used to be very good. Play something, sweetheart! Why are you running away? Why are you climbing over the railing? Sweetheart?"