Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Outside

I was going through some pics on Facebook that my girl had uploaded to my page, and just looking at the comments, one just struck me. The photo is of me tattooing Ann Jangle’s thigh, the comment “Do you realise they are forever”?

My immediate reaction is, no asshole, we leap into permanent body beautification without any forethought, your generation have cornered the market on what is good and what is bad, and we are stupid mindless children, that without you stating the obvious we would never have thought it. I then calmed down, and started wondering why would someone feel the need to voice such a stupid opinion and put his name to it? It’s not like we want your golf and country clubs, your socialite gatherings where blowing wind up each others asses is the order of the day. So what is it? Is it fear of a world waking up to your narrow-minded views and not buying into them? Or is it just that your life has passed by like a speeding train governed by bullshit, convention and social standard. The truth is, it’s all the above and more, we are taking over the world, one tattoo at a time, and pretty soon you will know what it feels like to be an outsider…
And there you have it, you’re just an outsider, we have already taken over the world and we are rushing headlong into creating our own golf and country clubs, our own little cliques, creating our own social groups and doing very well at making people like you feel shut out, fuck we are so good at it we have even set up our own hierarchy of gods, demi-gods, canon fodder and bottom feeders, ensuring that the lessons of our huge egos are kept close to the heart and closing our hearts to being human.

The fact is we are all afraid, we all want to belong, we all hurt and we all need love, and being mean to one another only makes us mean, where as the opposite opens doors to new worlds. So to answer the question, yes, we do realise, and the decision was not made lightly.

Thursday, 13 February 2014

Backyard

I was looking for our next project, as Nicci and I love spending what little free time swinging spanners in our garage building café racers and we are almost done with our second a 1983 BMW r100rs, so I was looking on gumtree and olx and I came across an add for a café racer where the guy says “professionally build, not a backyard garage builder”. And he’s right I am a backyard garage builder, but I do know when a nut is loose and when it’s tight, and seeing as I ride what I build, you would be right in assuming as I’m on the damn thing I check everything twice, hell more than that. To him I have this to say, you may have a workshop, but buddy it doesn’t make you any good at what you do, let alone legitimize the design eye you just don’t have.
This is what I am getting at, there is a lot of talk about where you work from, let me explain. I opened new premises many years ago, after having worked from my a dedicated tattoo studio at my home, a tattoo artist, I won’t mention names, comes in and says “I love the place and so glad you opened a shop, as I would never get tattooed from your home” I promptly threw her out and asked her never to set foot in my shop again, I can’t tolerate stupid people. I have worked in shops around the world, and let me tell you that not one ran as sterile and efficient as mine, so from a cross contamination and sterility point of view, how does where the room is actually situated affect the ability to maintain it. Store type studios, think that cause they have frontage that makes them legitimate and therefore better than a backyard garage tattoo artist, let me make it quite clear I don’t approve of little fucks buying Chinese knock off equipment and without any training hacking up people in their homes, but just cause that very same little fuck opens his doors on a busy street doesn’t mean he’s all of a sudden knowledgeable. Where you work from certainly has no impact on your work, Guy Aitchison works from a private studio at his home, a great mate of mine owns and operates Traveling Ink, where he runs he’s studio from a Airstream Camper, and let me make it absolutely clear he’s is a super tight operation and well set up, better than a lot of shops I have seen. So please don’t be an ass, the quality of the work is the only real criteria here, and where, and for those looking to punch a hole in this please take note I said WHERE, and not “under any circumstances,” a tattoo is done will make not one iota of difference to the quality of the piece.
I am reminded by a TV series I love MASH, and I had the good fortune to watch a documentary made about the real MASH unit doctors and nurses, and for those that don’t know MASH stands for Mobile Army Surgical Hospital, these people saved lives in tents, the stats showed that by building these unit in the Korean war thousands of young men survived, as opposed to World War 2 where they weren’t in existence and young men just died in the field because they couldn’t get to proper medical attention, the point being that a proper surgical environment was created in tents, and that unregimented thinking saved lives, and you didn’t need to be in a hospital to get the best medical attention.


 So in closing the chip on your shoulder and your lack of knowledge makes you feel inadequate enough to knock others, perhaps it’s time for a little self-examination, self promotion through the degradation of others only highlights your shortcomings, and no one likes a whiney little bitch.


Friday, 7 February 2014

Know it all...



I'm so bored with it all.

I check the wires for some news on the world, and all I read these days bitching, jeez a little positivity some times would be nice, perhaps I should hang around a better bunch of people...lol

I find it funny however that those bitching and complaining are always the ones who shouldn't, hey and in this, I will own it too, cause it did make me pause a long while before I wrote this.

I'm just so tired of the stupid infighting and back stabbing going on in all fields, how no one can just shut up if you have nothing good to say, and don't mask it in constructive criticism, because you need the right credentials to get on that soap box.

It's said that to understand the man you need to walk a mile in his shoes, well in my humble opinion, before you criticise the man you should be running an ultra-marathon in his shoes, so before you go shooting your mouth off about how bad that artist is and how bad that band is, or how ugly that girl is or how badly made their product is, get off your ass and try do it yourself, hell try doing it better before you knock another. Example my girl works hard at being a burlesquateer, she is tireless at all aspects, costuming, she makes almost all of her own, rehearsing, conceptualising, hell it goes on, and I usually wake up in the mornings with sequins and stuff stuck to me and a sparky gem in my belly button. She conquers her demons and she gets out on that stage and she does her thing, just to have some kind of stupid cow criticise her for what she does and her abilities. Girly do me one favour, just get up there and dance, nothing more just dance? Bullet Tooth Tony from Snatch "Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls." and there is no guessing as to the size of hers.
This isn't about me or my girl, cause we don't entertain the opinions of sheep, we just move steadily on, but I often can't help noticing all that stuff, and sometimes I just have to say something, so do us all a favor, before you take your foot out of your mouth and put the other in, pause.... think.... and that just leave it there.


Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Self-Serving

I am always amazed at some things I see and hear. It’s all so stupid and pathetic, Charles Bukowski “We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorised and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” And that is such a simple yet valuable insight, we draw lines in the sand at such strange and crazy places and I just don’t understand, well I didn’t want to understand because like everyone else, I am guilty of it too. I was made aware of a friend being admonished by others for enjoying a burlesque performance, yet those very same people drink, and drug up and fuck each other over at the drop of a hat, so I guess that line is drawn there… how weird??? So it’s ok to do some stuff and not others…? You see now I need an explanation of just how this table of, what one should like and appreciate and what one shouldn’t like and appreciate, really works. Is it a points system? Do you get plus or minus points, cause I need a starting point, no really I want to know. Maybe there is a calibration from hot to cold? So fucking your boyfriend’s best friend is cold, ok…?, yet a steamy performance by a dancer is hotttt and therefore not ok? Jesus I’m confused, the puritan in me says lets burn all these loose women, kill all the alcoholics and junkies, gas the retarded, napalm the adulterers, and by the time we have taken splinter out of everyone else’s eye, we have no eyes left for all the forest. The truth for me lies in who said what, and who draws the line and where. I posted before, that what you choose as an opinion, says more about you than it does your standpoint, and perhaps your opinion is purely you just angling at a self-serving need, fuck perhaps, that’s exactly what we all do, because as Bukowski put it we are terrorised and flattened by trivialities, and those lines drawn in the sand are just that, egotistical paradigms of self-serving bullshit.

Am I guilty of the above? All the time, but I do try to be aware. Think about it, don’t think about it… that’s up to you, but self service and self-protection aren’t the only way to live, you could just love and support.

ISN'T SHE JUST FABULOUS





Sunday, 2 February 2014

Philip Seymour Hoffman Found Dead in New York

Obviously my thoughts and prayers go out to the family of Philip Seymour Hoffman (PSH) A tragic loss and I hope there is some solace in the love and goodwill shown by so many at his loss.
There are thousands of drug addicts who die every year and never make the news, so as crass as it may seem, I do think I want to express my opinion, yes, yes, opinions are like blah, blah, blah, on this matter PSH, dying with a needle in his arm is crazy, but it does provide me with a soapbox.
Is it not time that the world begins to take a sensible hard look at "illegal drugs" it just seems that we need to rethink the way drug use is criminalised, and perhaps instead of waging "The War On Drugs" perhaps there are other ways of dealing with the issue. Perhaps decriminalisation is something that should be considered, and I know there are far greater minds out there who could come up with some really great methods to aid, educate, dispense even control the use of drugs. The biggest issue for me is that this illegal drug trade, fuels so much criminality and uses up so many of societies resources, that perhaps a change of approach needs to take place. Will it stop people like PSH dying?, probably not, my neighbour is in his mid thirties and dying of liver sorosis, from all his binge drinking, and alcohol is legal, so perhaps the suggestions I make don't hold much water either. You would think though in this day and age, surrounded by so many great minds, no one has spent much time trying to find a better way, well not as much time as those wanting to keep the status quo it seems.
Just a few thoughts that woke me this morning, so here is a quick list of celebrity deaths that come to mind due to drug overdoses
Jean-Michel Basquiat, John Belushi, Tommy Bolin, Lenny Bruce, Paul Butterfield, Truman Capote, Dorothy Dandridge, John Entwistle, Brian Epstein, Judy Garland, Margaux Hemingway, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Alan Ladd, Heath Ledger, Phil Lynott, Marilyn Monroe, Jim Morrison, Gram Parsons, River Phoenix, Dee Dee Ramone, and I could go on but you get what I am trying to say.

http://life.time.com/culture/heroin-addicts-in-new-york-a-harrowing-photo-essay-on-addiction/?iid=lb-gal-viewagn#9

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