a little drunky pantsMe? When I hear Elvis Costello speak or sing, even with his receding hair line, I heart him. Leonard Cohen, in his 70's fucken rocks my socks off. Listening to Henry Rollins speak makes my loins quiver.
I don't care what a man looks like as long as he is erudite.
To paraphrase Henry Rollins: Show me a man ( or as Rollin says , a woman) who reads and I will follow him through the snow on bloody stumps.
Looks fade. Poetry in any form, music or written or spoken, is sexy.
