To A Certian Someone, With Love Of Course.

This week has been tough as we as a group are left to clean up a mess that a certain individual left in his wake. Rather than just be hinest with me they decided to concoct a bullshit story yet booking appointments in advance when they knew they were going to go. So to the dishonest, no ball having son of a PUTANA. I would say that if you had a dick this is where you would have tell me to suck it, But like I said If! So I will leave by saying this:

EAT ME!

I will be the first to admit that I make my own rules and I am no day at the beach. I have been called many things from asshole. slave drver, Prick, whore., Meanie, Satan.. Mr Hat, Hank- to which I hat. Sadistic Mother fucker and they have all been said in the theat of deep anger all aimed at me. Sometimes deservedly so when I was younger, drunk, high, or stupid and slutty and at other times I have been all of the above at once. Yet I like to sit back and observe. I watch and take it all in. There are times when I make a comment on a subject that becomes un-nerving. Especially from people who do nothing more than have a superior ideal sense of self and it's them vs. the rest of they world. at large. I came across a little guys blog about some biullshit that is no sweat off my nuts, But I am going to set the fucking RECORD STRAIGHT.

Short whiney moaning Myrtle that is the the moniker of one supposed Drubskin or as I like to call him Ms. Tanner has a yeast infection about me stating the obvious "he suffers fools gladly" on a weekly basis , paycheck to paycheck. His response was a longwinded, prissy rant that was something straight from teen mom or My Super Sixteen. Off the mark and complete and utter Bullshit. You know what I am glad that guy is in his positon cause it has no fucking effect on me. Bitch is nothing more than a
weekend warriror playig at artist. He's compared me to Marie Antoinette and the misused "Let them eat cake" crap. Are you fucking kidding me. Listen up fucker. I put everything on the line to get where I am and so blessed to have. I busted my ass and it definately wasn't handed to me with a gilded spoom or a silver platter. As for your bourgeois stance =on working class Give me a fucking break and hey remind yourself that the next time your sitting in your post war home reading of all things fucking Wallpaper. You sound like this, "Bitch moan bullshit bullshit bitch moan bullshit bullshit.


Here is the shit nugget he then went on to bang on about.


"Having been searching for a different job for two years, a recession going on, 10% recorded employment in southern California with who knows how many people now unable to collect unemployment, and an absolute lack of creative jobs here in San Diego? Really? How do you respond to that in a “tweet”? I’ve been living my own personal hell because of these things I can’t control. I also found that he stopped following me promptly after this message was sent, so I just said with the choice between being employed and not, I’ll choose having a paycheck. Daddy has a mortgage and likes to eat.

I was going to let all this slide, but I got cold-cocked by two other people this week and I’ve kind of had it so I’ve decided to call people out on it. You know, I understand I was not happy in that moment and I’m sorry I ruined your day, but you could have just unfollowed me quietly, rolled your eyes, and then went back to being self-employed at your own tattoo shop. Not everyone has those same opportunities you have been blessed with and must work for others but this is clearly a case of Marie Antoinette not understanding that she holds cake in one hand and bread in the other. So much for retaining that working class outlook.

Or is this all because I didn’t follow you? Either way, it’s some petty shit, no matter how you slice it."

10% hookah pah-lease you don't exactly live in a third world country, and your so ready to seek blame out with the worst in your strange and archaic little head. Well what do you expect from someone whom plays dungeons and fucking dragons? I stopped following you on twitter cause your banter was neither funny, insightful, witty and rather stale other than you just moan about your fucking bullshit job. As business owner I take offense to shit like that cause you sit on your aging fat ass and do absolutely nothing about it, Oh but it's ok for your boss to think you sit holed up in your cubicle/office pretending to work. I know I would bet my left and right nut that he would rather have a appreciative employee who would be more than happy to slit your fucking throat for your job especially in this economy. I have followed your alleged career for what seems like forever and your no closer to doing what you truly love and still have absolutlely no fucking idea whom you really are. Sure you go through the fucking motions. Biut don't expect the world to raise your price when you don;t even really put yourself out there, Find a fucking direction and man up, grow and shit the fuck up. You have been dealt a hand you still have options how you choose to appraoch it is all up to you.

You make no direct attempt to resolve your situatiom when it is you who is the biggest problem of all. Here is a novel idea, how bout you grow some nuts and really talk to your boss about your situation. S'matter you afraid you might get the sack and your piece of shit job as a graphic designer is just as stale as the shit you try and hock. Try approaching your situation with e little dignity and accountablility? You might want to throw in ambitions while your at it or did you loose that along with a sense of decorum in dealing with people as your superior? Tow the fucking line and take fucking control you fucking pussy. Man there is nothing worse than a person who says they have no control over their choices and life. You have a choice. you just choise to blanket the shit your in with phantom excuses and self pity. Cause nothing is ever really YOUR FAULT. Your trivial attempt to ban people from your social web shere is moronic at best & pittiful to say the least. What have yiou really fucking done to desserve a position where you wish to be? What real efforts have you actually made and sacrificed? You don't need to answer me casue I don't fucking care. Makes no difference to me if you take a leak or shit. I am in a position to want for nothing and I am thankful for that, but again I didn't wait for this to fall in my lap cause my number came up. I went out and got it. It takes ambition, direction and fucking guts. You sound like your waiting for the right option to come along and then by divine intervention you will be free of what ever tedious drivel goes on in your life.
When I will say point blankly your resentful cause your feel you should be in better position and your not, your getting older and it's harder.

You're still drawing the same skinheads all with those barbed scowls and child like faces. as if thats something to be proud of. Fuck right off you sound like a fucking stilted adolescent whom never actually grew up and you come across like a caricature of your own silent undoing. Must be nice? I would rather play along with the game and change the rules once I am inside. Would I want to change places with you, in no fucking way ever. Yet I can say if I were in your position I would know what I needed to do to fix it, and it;s not by changing the fucking scenery. Still feel punk rock punk? That's all you are to me like those moron gutter punks resplendid with studs whom sit in camden bitching about the establishment but make no effort to change it themselves. It's not your fault it's out fault, it's the economy's fault, my daddy never loved me. Whaaa whaa whhaaa! Whats working class is to take account and say fuck this I am changing it and get on with it. Your no different when you bitched in Kansas and I paid you for work. You need people like me more than I need you, after all thats your fucking JOB! Like your lame ass Skinhead philosophy 101, it's outdated and no longer relevenrt and probably deleted.

You have options, you just to blind sided to fucking see the forest for the trees with resentment to see anything.. Here is a tip for you, instead of having your "fans" (a term I am using loosely) pay you with gifts of socks or having someone else make money off your work. How about you pay your own fucking mortgage and food bill with your work? I haven't got time for your pain cause I do not share it, and you might want to look up the work transference you pot bellied toxic harpie! Now if you'll excuse me I will return to wjat I worked my ass off for and go eat some cake or bread with the money I earned on my own resources. Jealous Much? Then ask your self this, how do you think I got it?

Does Goes Gay Music Suck?

I will admit that Elton John, Freddie Mercury and even Michael Stipe have made some shear genius tunes. Yet While I was in L.A. I came across some music that was a pain and a fucking chore to listen to. I don't get the whole dumbed down prissy Glamour of the Madame Lamberts or even the Disco Sheen of Cazwell or Colton Ford. If I were a tween tranny with a perpetual boner and a drug habit I might like it. At lest I could say the drugs make the shit sound better. Yet Even Euro pop of Azis and Kazaky are hard to swallow casue it just see,s like shiny drivel in Auto-Tune.



To Me Azis is just a chubbier version of Adam Lambert who's been at it longe and supposedly with a bigger dick. As Cazwell has been deemed by the gay press as their answer to Eminem, I was left with one question when I actually saw him live. Are you fucking kidding me with this bullshit. It sounded like a nursery rhyme for guys with hardon's and wanting to crunk. Yeah fucking right. Take away the lyrics and you have a song that would appeal to a 6 year old on morning television. So it makes me wonder about the mental state of some of it's actual listeners. I mean there is no craft of Bob Mould's magic of Husker Du. Most of the new acts seems to base their stuff on the pretention of glamourous sex, designer clothing, and high gloss. Not Very Rock and Roll. No I like my rock stars foaming at the mouth riddled with VD and drug addiction. Even The Sisscor Sisters are nothing more than Abba parading around as the Village People, only in brighter colours and silly get-ups.



I have never been a fan of pop perse as like Madonna or Kylie as I think they suck. Don't get me started on Lance Bass and Ricky Martin. It's just shit with glitter sprinkled on top and I don't buy it. But some Gay Music is just to juvenile for my tastes. I wih I could say that I like and want to but it doesn't speak to me and it doesn't move me. And like Shakespeere said, If you music be the language of love, PLAY ON! Just don't play that shit around me or it's going out the window. So does gay music suck...? I think the music that caters to the frivolious does most definately. Music that is more user friendly is just classic and you can hear the difference.

Songs that are just Brilliant
Husker Du

R.E.M.

Queen- When I was a kid loved this song and I sang it at the top f my lungs on my bike.

The Germs

Judas Priest- I do love a good hair do band.

Block Party- Hey there Kele and Simon.. Been a while since I have seen you guys.

To Square To Be HIP!

London has many membership bars all vying for the creme de la creme of the London Social Scene. I have been in several and my partner always thinks they are just a loads of bollocks as he says and never undersands the pretension of people paying money to be accepted. He has a point. Membership bars are not that hard to get into if you know the right people and the always seem to be the friends of friends that make the place cooler or dare i say it Hip. Bren told me i was an idiot if I paid for a membership to on of the bars which I seriously considered and had my name put forward by a friend. The places always seek the "creative types" but the seem to atract the pesky bullshit monkey suit with a bank account bigger than his dick. To me most of them are not "creatives and or artists" They're sales people who claim marketing is an art form not a pitch.

I've been to both Shoreditch House once when Amy was dj'ing had breakfast there with a client and watched a few celebrities get into drunken arguments with their dates in Soho House and Sketch. But I would never call these places cool. So It struck me funny when a suit took offence to his ass being barred by both clubs and sister watering holes for being told not to wear a suit. Ladies and gentlemen i give you ehibit A. Pudgy old fart whom conducts business at these places and took offence when he was 86'd for wearing his working clothes to the establishments. He was told he was to School for cool.

I know you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover but I am going to say this fucker looks like he wouldn't be exactly cracking don P's at P Diddy's crib chillin any time soon. One lesson in cool if you paid to belong your not cool. They bar is celebrating your money as you are as well. Cool people just don't expect to pay for frivolious things like a £600 memebrship There are bars that will just hand you one if they like you or know you. What i find even more funny is this jerk went to the press to moan about it. No sympathy here. He used his money as a battery ram and felt that validated him as belonging, HIs walking papers were the official NO. A friend of mine had a dream once where she didn't make it passed the velvet rope, and she was told in her dream she wasn't cool enough and it upset her. Ok we were 24 and she just moved to LA. There are social graces those in the know must obtain to survive in the ever changing battle ground rules of perpetual cool. To quote Groacho Marx, I would beve want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.

For Amy.

I have a hole in my life and in my heart. Five O' clock I got the call. I didn't believe it. Not her, not what i wanted to hear on what was supposed to be a great night out. For eight years a girl I personally knew came in and out of my life with a smile and a presence that I truly enjoyed. I met Amy just after the tail end of her first album of Frank. Which I was a fan of and she walked into my studio. Ripping pages out of a book making a pile and placing them on my desk. My very first words to her were, "Bitch, I know you are not fucking up my book have you lost your mind?" She had the exact same book I owned and she wanted a tattoo right then and there and I was closing in 20 minutes. I said yes cause I loved the first album and was a fan, I then made a friend.

I didn't know a volitle woman or a messy drunk, or even a tabloid celebrity. I got to know a very shy girl whom would come into my shop randomly just tp say hi, or ask to use the phone when she had no credit on her phone. She once asked to take my dog Joleene out for a walk the secong time she visited my shop. I let a total stranger walk my dog, famous or not and oddly Joleene went with her. That was a testiment of a good person, cause Joleene doesn't like to go for walks with just ANYONE and she casueally allowed Amy in. She once brought in a toy form Joleene and played with her for a half hour. Over the years i got to know her well enough and she would call me, and I never pried into her life but I watched it change upon the success of Back To Black. I had tattooed her boyfriend Alex a chef, whom I thought was dead sexy and she was still the same sensitive chain smoking girl whom was funny and polite and often asked about my partner Bren. When I told her we were getting married she offered to sing at my ceremony. That who she was. Extremely kind and i had not a bad thing to say about Amy.

She let me hear a rough mix when I did her Hello Sailor tattoo for Back to Black. She was the only client I ever let smoke in my shop cause I loved her. To me Amy was great and smart and very fucking sharp. I told her that she was very liked in the gay scene, and she replied, "probably cause I'm such a bitch". She wasn't though not to me anyways. she often reffered me to art jobs for her lable and projects. She didn't have to but she did and I was always greatful. When she come into the shop she stayed for more than she needed to and someimes just sit and talk and visit. She would leave things in the studio and pick them up later. She was talented and has it in spades. We talked on subjects ranging from Love to low we dealt with addiction. And I still say she was a clever girl. It got hard to watch the hangers on spend her money without her consent or watch people circle her as she became AMY WINEHOUSE. To that point I waited for her to come in when she was ready. Calls would come in and voice messages on my phone and her voice would ring with a slu "Hello Dahling or Hey Big Sexy!" I made a remark about a certain individual that I thought was her friend swingng by me shop looking for her, and she said flatly and frankly that they were in no way friends.


I got the honor to have her sing in my shop to me privately as she sang a improvised melody to Biggie Smalls "Big Poppa" and i was floored. It was a provate moment and for free. She was just a lovely girl who wanted love and extremely sensetive, She joked she wanted to movie to Miami and have big boobs and fuck a mob gangster, and I said me too, she laughed. She was engaging with fellow customers and often gave autographs and posed for pictures with customers in the shop. She was not the train wreck people pegged her to be. To me she was just Amy from Edmonton north London. When the press did a hatchet job on me on the back of her, she called me the day it happened from Saint Lucia o give support again she didn't need to or have to but she was that type of girl. Yes she was an addict and we talked about my and her troubles and the pressures she was under and how it all changed and that the simple things like riding the tube were no longer an option for her. Things she loved doing were taken from her because of the monster that was success and the scrutiny she was put under made it that more difficult The press relished a mess it sold papers and ,ade fucking pathetic chavs with bullshit, boring, hum drum lives to feel better about themselves. Seeling a clip a story or even a photo.. She didn't know whom to trust and I never tried to cash in on her or sell a story about her. What she told me was in the strictest of confidence and I am honoured to have those moments and memories of her.

I never knew an unflatering person but a genuine artcle and old soul with a heart of gold. amy was fucking cool. And I am touched that this young jewish girl liked me as I was and i loved her as she was. Amy wasn't perfect but she was bang on. I am going to truly miss her and I don't care what they say about Amy Winehouse the celebrity. Amy Winehouse the person was just an amazing girl who gave when she didn't need to and she was a friend to me. I find myself crying cause the last time I spoke to her she was in good spirits and on the mend. So it's hard to process her absence and her undoing. I'll miss her gentle hugs and when she would call me Big Sexy. I always loved coming home from work and tell Bren, "Amy came into the shop today and guess what happened?" That will not happen anymore. The stories, the visits, her smile and face. I once watched in awe as she gave a girl in the shop a makeover and the girl idley let her. Amy I know your pain is now gone and the suffering is over and I am sorry for the void you created for your friends and family we were loved by many that were close and by millions far and wide. You were loved loved by me. I want to thank you for the time you gave me and the memories we shared. I will never find another person like you and you will be missed. So I keep you in my good books as you have shown me nothing but kindness and love and most of all your warmth. Thank you so much.

I Love you always You are still a star!

Henry

Bee In My Bonnet

Seeing that I just returned from my trip from LA and I got sun burned I am now officially a Londoner as my Mexican ass can no longer take the sun. The bean is burnt. Warpaint's Bee's has been a summary of my time in Los Angeles.
At the moment this song has been on my ipod on heavy rotation for some reason and I really love this song. I was thankful I got to see the band when they were on tour here in February. But I thought this song is appropriate for certain reasons in relation to my journey home. The words were quite fitting too. Not to mention that I do love playing with bees. Triple letter score, Sweet!

Your full moon taunts me

You put me, you put me on yourself
You've been at yourself
You woke me up last night
and my eyes lit up like lights
like a string of pearls
but you still did what you wanted

and all the time it took you to get your self straight
all that time it took you to get your self straight
all that time it took you to get yourself straight
was too late
so work harder for the things you made in me

And your full moon taunts me
And your thoughts they got me
(got me in
got me in)

and all the time it took you to get your self straight
all that time it took you to get your self straight
all that time it took you to get yourself straight
was too late
so work harder for the things you made in me

Did i reset what I started?
Did I resist what I wanted?
Do I think you've got my number?
I'm not the one to continue on.

all that time it took you to get yourself straight
was too late
so work harder for the things you made in me

The Real Reason Olive Oil Was Made For.

I am a huge fab of wrrestling, ever since I was a wee knibble piquito nino i loved wrestling. Yes, I am highly competitive and love a good ruck and did ok in learning grappling in the Army. Yet the art of turkisk oil wrestling is something to a whole new level that makes me more than stand up and pay attention. There's the guys, the oil, the nuclear wedgie in leather pants, and then there are the pants. Man, I got to get me a pair of those. I first came into contact with this sport when I was 17 from a photo essay and was taken by the men and the ritual that these communities take part it. Needless to say that I was hooked and loved it ever since.

There is something to be said about contact sports and the affiliation, more than just the display of hot, oiled, beefy Turkish men. When watching the matches it does apear to be a game of wit rather than of brawn to find the weakest points for a take down. Poppa;s got a brand new bag. Enjoy the show.

bustour#4 - gladyatörs from markus dassel on Vimeo.

Must You Suffer For Art?

Tracey Emin's Those Who Suffer for Love.



London is filled with Art Galleries some of the best in the world and I love that most are free. London encourages culture and believes that art should be viewed by most people to get them thinking and expose them to ideas through a visual. After all art galleries are the last vestige of salons where people talk about cultural ideas via works presented before them. I myself used to believe in the idea of the 'tortured artist' yet not so any more. I believe that utilising a visceral language to convey a idea or message does not take a rocket scientist, but to use it to great effect to get people thinking and stir up thoughts is a great thing. My professor in college said, "artists make the world a beautiful place. You are given a gift to make wonder." I do believe him be it in the creative forum covering books, music and crafted sculpture to art, and design.


That being said some artists are more apt and skilful than others. Yet with a new exhibition at the Hayward Gallery on the South Bank I am left asking a question must we suffer for our art and if we do is it actually art? Is it easier to just label someone as a ill judged shit magnet. Yes Tracey Emin I am looking in your direction. Mrs. Emin was part of the burgoin Young British Artists of the mid 90's whom with the help of Charles Saatchi made media headlines with her behaviour and her labelling inadament objects art. This is a woman who has refered to her own rape as being 'Broken In", stated that she has had numerous abortions and doomed relationships with men and rumoured woman, etc etc. The there is the drinking and her typical sloppy drunk demeanoor served her ever present crooked smile. I do believe one she is an artist who has some good ideas but her life and her art have merged into one making her a tragic caricature of her own doing. I am left to ask does she seek this as a means to really create art or is it just a broken record stuck on the same track?

If I use Gilbert & George for instance, they remind me of the Pet Shop Boys, a few paintings look cool but then like the PSB the shit starts to sound the same. Tracey Emin's song is one of victim, tragedy and supposed superfulious self centeredness. Sterile, epmty and a body of work that really doesnt speak to me in volumes, but a self involved voice that is gin soaked and based on emotional stuntedness. Yeah I know I sound like a snob here but I am just basing my opinion on her work. I mean come on how and the fuck are you to respond to a woman putting a neon sign on a wall with the phrase " My Cunt Is Wet With Fear"? Now If I was in a satanic Texas whore house, sure i would have grounds for thought. My Neon Sign maker does Tracey's Neon signs as well, but I do not call my shop sign art.


When I first saw Emin's bed I thought eewe you rank bitch dirty chonies tren from left to right and she is this supposed world famous artist and she drinks absolute and chain smokes. Her life is been something of a marketing tool to which I say bravo as it has served her well, yet I do not find her work moving nor ground breaking. If her work evolved or truned a direction in which she conveyed growth I would take notice but that is still to be seen as she is continually askiing us for the answers as if she doesn;t know herself.


If you go to the 2;59 mark you can see a parody of Tracey in Beautiful People, which is very funny. Enjoy.

A Tumbling Down

The say you should never give into peer presure.. So if you ask me if I would jump off a cliff cause everyone else was doing it I would first ask myself how are they jumping off a cliff and what options of protective gear am I allowed. So hell yeah I would probably do it. Yetas I take time out from applying deep heat to my aching muscled and grab my roid donut and pillow (cause I'm old) Myself and the shop now have Tumblr's. I am always amazed that kids can crasp this and I have a trouble dealing with my electric juicer.
The Shop Tumblr is all the little shinanigans that go in here and you can see what type of work that is going on here in progression. While my personal tumbler is a cheaper version of the blog. AND BASICALLY PEOPLE WERE TAKING MY ARTWORK AND POSTING IT ON THERE TUMBLR"S Wacky kids today.

Come join me

Bitch has got NO Game.

David who works here after me firiing his ass TWICE is back in the shop and showed me this little shit nugget. For my senses to be shocked, takes a hell of a lot and I will say I am fuckicng shocked and appaled. Here's whay. This bitch has the attitiude of a fucking PIMP. Yeah I said it nothing racist and certainly offensive yes. Cause he refers to the feild of tattooing a game. BNitch should be smacked like a 50 cent whore in church layte with the rent. To refer to your profession as a game and and you yourself are not actaully tattooed is nothing more than a cash cow. This bitch needs to step away from the bar-b-que pork and fucking recognize he will fool himself and others.



I wont know someone who is just trying to get by with honest intentioms but when you buy someone elses business your essentially buying their problems as well. Would I ever sell my shop. NO! Cause the name and Prick belong to me. Yet the videos here aren't great but he approach to the whole "game is lack luster and dumbed down.". Yeah I said it and will not appologize. Sure we have bad days and have down work we wish we could fixe but the owner's inflated bragging is hard to swallow let alone watch. I am sure some of the tattooists who work here may aspire to go onto better and greater work. Fingers crossed but the whole thing starts with the owner. Nuff said cause if you don't dedicate your life and body to the art craft you will not have shit to be proud of.