Love me some Iggy Pop. Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things
Love me some Iggy Pop.
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
Skull Sporran
So I have this leather Utilikilt. I earned it by working a lot of shows the last couple years, and it’s a thing of beauty, truly. Only problem with it is that, unlike a regular Utilikilt, it has no pockets. This means I’ve gotta wear either some sort of waist pouch or a sporran. But […]
So I have this leather Utilikilt. I earned it by working a lot of shows the last couple years, and it’s a thing of beauty, truly.
Only problem with it is that, unlike a regular Utilikilt, it has no pockets. This means I’ve gotta wear either some sort of waist pouch or a sporran.
But all the sporrans I have are intended to go with my highland kilt, and just look too damned scottish to my eye when put with a leather Utilikilt.
So I got to thinking, what I need is something more hard-core. More edgy. Studs, maybe. I was thinking about having a local leather worker make me a biker-lookin’ sporran.
Then I started thinking about just buying a really plain one and decorating it, maybe a skull broach or something, maybe put some studs on it myself. I starting looking for things like that, and then it occurred to me to just google skull sporran.
And what do you know. Someone makes it already:
I talked to Jen, the lady who runs that shop (The sporran-maker herself), and she’s making me a custom skull sporran, black on black. And better yet, we worked out a barter deal. She’s an absolute sweetheart, and I can’t wait to see the sporran she’s working on for me.
I’m absolutely thrilled. This is the sporran I wanted. Something that’s me, that’s custom. The idea came to me after seeing my friend Corrine, who’s all about the bat tattoos, wearing a bat-shaped sporran with her leather kilt. That was the idea I needed; not some generic highland thing, but something that says Karl Elvis.
TC Wallet Chain
God, I love Tony Creed’s work. He’s the skull ring guy. Anyone wannna buy me a gift? I want this Sick Azz Wallet Chain by TC. It would look awesome with my leather kilt. Damn, that rocks.
God, I love Tony Creed’s work. He’s the skull ring guy.
Anyone wannna buy me a gift?
I want this Sick Azz Wallet Chain by TC. It would look awesome with my leather kilt.
Damn, that rocks.
The Leap
Sometimes one has to just trust to fate and fling oneself into the void. For some of us, that’s easier. Fall back and trust hands will catch. Close eyes and trust others to lead in the dark. For some of us it’s harder, we think too much. Second guess. We look beyond and under and […]
Sometimes one has to just trust to fate and fling oneself into the void.
For some of us, that’s easier. Fall back and trust hands will catch. Close eyes and trust others to lead in the dark.
For some of us it’s harder, we think too much. Second guess. We look beyond and under and around, we ask, is it right? Is it good? Are people to be trusted?
Who are you, and what do you want from me?
I’m not a great planner. I tend, in general, to be impulsive. I tend to do things on whim. There’s no gratification, I always say, like instant gratification.
But I’m also not one who trusts easily, who does things on faith. Let’s double check that, I say. Are you sure? I second guess and think too much. I question and consider and re-think.
Sometimes one has to just do it. Just go. Just make a leap, and hope for good luck.
Sometimes one has to trust for no reason, do things for love or passion or just because.
It’s not easy. It’s not easy to open. Bare the throat. Drop the shield. All defenses gone, cut the safety line.
Is that freedom? True freedom? I don’t know.
Just once though, I would love to be there. To live in a place and a time and a situation where all the walls drop down and souls are laid bare.
Take my hand. Close your eyes. Jump with me.
Our neighbors are Angels
Kilt Booth, Tattoo Show. Executive summary — not a match made in heaven, at least not this show. We didn’t sell many kilts. I met Jack Rudy, but didn’t wind up getting tattooed.
Kilt Booth, Tattoo Show.
Executive summary — not a match made in heaven, at least not this show. We didn’t sell many kilts. I met Jack Rudy, but didn’t wind up getting tattooed.
Ink Collecting
I just realized that Jack Rudy, one of the great old-school tattooists on the west coast, is going to be at the Central Coast Tattoo Expo this weekend. So now I have a more specific tattoo goal. I’m not sure that I’d even be able to hook up with him to get inked, it would […]
I just realized that Jack Rudy, one of the great old-school tattooists on the west coast, is going to be at the Central Coast Tattoo Expo this weekend. So now I have a more specific tattoo goal.
I’m not sure that I’d even be able to hook up with him to get inked, it would not surprise me if he’s already fully booked. But for a collector (People who want tattoos from certain big name artists), he’s a big one. He’s one of the pioneers of black and gray prison/cholo type tattoos, a style I don’t have much of but love.
I’ve never been a totally dedicated collector; I have pieces from from well-known artists (Deutsch, Corbin, Mike Malone), have a couple others I would like to get a piece from just to have (Leo Zulueta, Pat Fish, Ed Hardy, a few others). But I don’t go out of my way to get inked by these people. I just sort of figure, I get a chance, I’ll do it.
I ran into Rudy in Amsterdam, one time when I was there as a tourist (sigh — the red light district — sigh), and there just happened to be a tattoo convention in town. It was funny to run into local guys I knew from here on the canals in amsterdam; but I didn’t have time to hook up and get tattooed that day and I generally don’t get tattooed when I don’t have time to rest and let ’em heal a bit. But ever since, I’ve pictured getting something from Rudy. At very least, I hope to get a change to talk to him and see if anything clicks.
I have a feeling that if I ever go to one of these things as a civilian and not when I’m working, I’d wind up getting tattooed more than I planned to. I’m highly suggestible.
Clapton Skull
There’s that skull ring that started me on the quest for a skull ring. The Clapton Skull ring. [ edit ] – I’ve removed the link to the site (serious silver) because they’re criminals and crooks and will steal your money, do NOT order from them [ / edit ] I talked to the makers […]
There’s that skull ring that started me on the quest for a skull ring. The Clapton Skull ring.
[ edit ] – I’ve removed the link to the site (serious silver) because they’re criminals and crooks and will steal your money, do NOT order from them [ / edit ]
I talked to the makers a while back and they said they were out of business, or not taking orders, or something. I forget what. I was bummed.
So then I went on that obsessive hunt for a skull ring. Which lead me to this spectacular piece by Tony Creed, as well as a lot of other rings I want eventually.
But I was still bummed. That Clapton ring was pretty special — it looked like an actual skull, which was really unique. Maybe not as rock n’ roll as the rings from CrazyPig, sure, not as arty as the 8-ball skull (FateBall, I think they called it), and nowhere near the raw energy and nuttiness of Tony Creed.
And then, what do you know, I get mail from Lionrhod at Serious(asshole)Silver.com, and they’re not out of business at all. They had some sort of production or other business problems, I never got the details, but they’re taking orders again.
So I put my money down.
Now, they were not quick. It took about three weeks longer than I expected; I think they’re still having some trouble with production. But I got my ring tonight, and damn, is it pretty.
Now, it’s not my Tony Creed ring. I mean, Elvis Lives, baby. That’s made special, just for me. No ring will replace it. I can’t even say I’ll wear this one every day, it’s really heavy. But I’m pretty fucking pleased.
And I still want more. But then, I’m all about wanting more. Ask around.
Central Coast Tattoo Expo
So I’m going to my first tattoo convention ever. A funny idea, considering I have tattoos older than some of the people likely to be tattooing there. Time was I kept meaning to go to these things and never got around to it, then later, I just didn’t feel the call. There are better places […]
So I’m going to my first tattoo convention ever. A funny idea, considering I have tattoos older than some of the people likely to be tattooing there. Time was I kept meaning to go to these things and never got around to it, then later, I just didn’t feel the call. There are better places to get tattooed, there are plenty of times you can meet cool artists.
Funnier still given that a crucial scene in my novella, Wanton, takes place at a tattoo convention.
Anyway, as noted before, I’m working the Utilikilts booth this weekend, March 5th/6th, at Central Coast Tattoo Expo. It’s going to be a different scene; we’re open late, I’m used to early morning to early afternoon for these deals. This one goes lunchtime to almost midnight, so I can see it’s going to be some work. But it will be interesting. Utilikilts have never had a booth at a tattoo show before.
We’re going to be there both days, Saturday all damned day and then sunday it looks like 10:30 to 6pm.
Half of me is totally looking forward to this. This other half would like to be sleeping the whole weekend. God knows I could use the sleep.
But I do have one goal; I’d like to get a tattoo while I’m there. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it, it depends on who’s working where, who’s free, who can do what I have in mind. But I want a number 13. The reason I might not be able to get it is that if I get it where I want it, on my hand, I won’t be able to do that until the end of the show. I can’t fit kilts all day with a fresh tattoo on my hand, I’ll fuck it up. We’ll see though; I might not have time, I might not hit the right artist, and I might change my mind about what/where. I just have this image in my mind that I can’t shake, of the number 13 on my hand.
Not that I can’t come up with other ideas. Plenty of them.
In any case, I’m hoping for some good stories about this booth.
The warrior with his weapons taken away
Ever have one of those days where all you can think is red-hot haze? Those are the days the animal in you needs to hunt. Those are the days where we go out and drink and fight and fuck. Kill or die, rape and pillage. I can see my ancestors, celtic warriors, franks, danes, visgoths, […]
Ever have one of those days where all you can think is red-hot haze?
Those are the days the animal in you needs to hunt.
Those are the days where we go out and drink and fight and fuck. Kill or die, rape and pillage. I can see my ancestors, celtic warriors, franks, danes, visgoths, all those party animals who sacked rome again and again. I can see, sometimes, how simple a life it would have been. My axe, my spear, maybe a war club, nothing but white-hot berserker rage to fuel me, that and maybe some crude fire-water, some foul-tasting, sour mead or ale. Sweep in, screaming and roaring, over-whelm my foes with my fury and need to kill and crush, rend and tear.
Then bloody and battered, a captured wine bottle in my hand, I find the treasure, the prize won. The women await, for a different kind of violence.
Simple. Kill or die. The winner takes the prize. The most powerful, most beastly, gets the choice of the spoils.
blog hackery again
I should not try to hack on my block when I’m fulla pharmacuticals, but Doxy got me started wanting to fix some things. This space may look all fucked up for a bit more. I’m trying to roll back to a fully-functional two column layout so I can start over. Should be better fairly soon […]
I should not try to hack on my block when I’m fulla pharmacuticals, but Doxy got me started wanting to fix some things.
This space may look all fucked up for a bit more. I’m trying to roll back to a fully-functional two column layout so I can start over. Should be better fairly soon though.
Either that or I take the rest of these pills and, well, after that, who will care?