Survival · Dubstep

Song of the Day

Today’s SOTD is perfect for a recouperating Sunday. This song actually sounds like my 3 hour shading session yesterday afternoon (and no, I can’t explain how). Just trust me on this. This is what a 3 hour shading session sounds like. This is Paper Diamond & Protohype and their scraping buzzy dubstep number, Paperhype.

Survival · Hip Hop

Song of the Day

We’re clearly overdue for some classic ’90s hip hop. Here’s Mobb Deep and a song that never fails to give me chills. Filing this under survival for a survival-ridden day. Getting the rest of my sleeve shaded in today. Kids, a word of advice: don’t get your ink done in your 50s. According to my tattoo artist our pain tolerance decreases with age and I think I can testify to that… eep.

1990s Music · Hip Hop · Love · Sobriety · Survival

Song of the Day

So yesterday was my birthday. The sun shone all day. Up my sleeve was my still healing sleeve. On my head was a fresh barbershop fade. My button down shirt was crisp. Friends took me out for lunch. I ate a lot and laughed a lot. It was a good day. One of those days where this classic ‘90s song comes to mind.

And yeah, I’m checking all the buckets for this one. Love, survival, sobriety. I’m feeling it all.

Breakcore · Survival

Song of the Day

Today’s SOTD is an epic one for an epic day ahead. This is Winnipeg breakcore artist, Venetian Snares and his song Szamar Madar.

This song pretty much describes the whole tattooing process. By about hour two (or two and a half) is when the drums kick in. By the fourth hour, cue the operatic loops (read: the internal screams because the endorphins have run out). I’ll need to choose another song for my next sit as this is part 1 of my sleeve, the outline. What song for the shading-in session? I’ll have to think on that. Stay tuned.

Sadly, my tattoo artist will not be playing tracks like this. I’ll be under the needle for several hours with my ears wide open to industrial thrash metal. It’s the kind of music a serial killer might serenade with you. Where they might point out one of the indistinguishable noise tracks as “our song.”

Oh well. It’s his turf so he calls the musical shots and doesn’t take requests. I respect that.