Billy Bob Thornton: I Have 5,000 Favorites
The five or six thousand records in Billy Bob Thorntons collection hes lost count wouldnt fit in the villa at the Sunset Marquis Hotel in Los Angeles that functions as a pied-à-terre for the actor/musician and his wife, Angelina Jolie.Truth be told, the charmingly freakish couple seems out of place inside the staid bungalow. (How many other guests wear amulets containing their lovers blood?) Their primary residence, a Beverly Hills home purchased from exGuns N Roses guitarist Slash, includes such amenities as the Snakepit studio, where Thornton recorded much of his rootsy debut album, Private Radio. My music is southern gothic, he says, just like I am.
Once a drummer in a ZZ Top tribute band, Thornton got sidetracked as a director, screenwriter and actor, nabbing an Oscar for his Sling Blade script. The 46-year-old currently appears in Barry Levinsons Bandits and the Coen Brothers The Man Who Wasnt There. But films, he says, are just a day job.
Im a displaced musician living in Los Angeles, working in the movie business, he says, as Jolie rustles around in another room. After spending the early part of the afternoon having a hairpiece attached for his photo shoot, Thornton settles down to discuss the records that flip his wig.
The Allman Brothers Band, Live at Fillmore East
Capricorn, 1971
My favorite band, bar none. Fillmore East made me want to play music. It made me want to go to concerts. It put me in a creek at 3 oclock in the morning sometimes I got a notion to go someplace else in another space, if you know what I mean.
Elvis Presley, King Creole
RCA, 1958
King Creole was my first favorite thing. My mother played it constantly when I was a kid maybe 4, 5 years old. Id go to sleep to that record at night. She played that and Jim Reeves and Patsy Cline and Ray Price and Rod McKuen. Remember him? The guy who did those poems with birds chirpin and shit?
Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon
Capitol, 1973
If I could have the time back that I listened to this record on dope, Id add another 12 years to my life. This was the soundtrack for lying on pillows under black lights, doing drugs and staring at the ceiling. Now I shoot pool and listen to it. Its not really pool-shooting music, but to me it is.
Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band, Trout Mask Replica
Straight, 1969
I was already a huge fan of the Mothers of Invention and the Bonzo Dog Band. When I first heard Beefheart, it just fit in my world. I think Beefhearts a genius. Theres no explaining it. Most of my friends didnt get it.
The Band, Music From Big Pink
Capitol, 1968
Elvis changed things, then the Beatles changed things, then the Band did it again. They made me feel that, Oh, wow, I can be from the South, I can be a hillbilly, I can be in rock & roll. The Band made me feel like I could be one of those guys.
The Mothers of Invention, Burnt Weeny Sandwich
Reprise, 1969
In Arkansas, most people didnt know who Frank Zappa was, or couldnt care less. I was very different. I played Holiday in Berlin, Full Blown over and over when I was writing Sling Blade. I love the way this record sounds. I still play it all the time.
John Lennon, Imagine
Apple, 1971
John Lennon was my Beatle. And Im actually not on the I hate Yoko bandwagon with everybody else, especially since Angie and I have been married. Its kind of like, you go from John Lennons your hero to being John and Yoko. I appreciate Imagine even more because of my current state of being.
Jerry Garcia, Garcia
Warner Bros., 1972
I wasnt a Deadhead, but I think Garcia is just amazing. I loved to smoke a johansen and lie on the floor, or in the car, or wherever. I played this a lot when I was recording Private Radio. The guy who mastered my record also mastered Garcia.
Vince Guaraldi Trio, A Charlie Brown Christmas
Fantasy, 1965
If I had to pick a record that I could listen to over and over and never get sick of, this would be it. Its just beautiful. It makes me happy, but its bittersweet. You think about lost innocence and the joy of childhood. I play that record a lot when my kids are around.
George Jones, Cup of Loneliness: The Classic Mercury Years
Mercury Nashville, 1994
George Jones doesnt give a shit about impressing the elite. He just sings to his people. I love that about him. His voice is magic. I can sing pretty low, like Merle Haggard, but you cant even do an impression of George Jones. Theres no way. It doesnt make sense.


