When I was a mere lad, back in the ol’ country (America, pre-lamebrainian era), the only people who had tattoos were some servicemen and hardcore bar rats. And you just didn’t see the average Joe or Jane with that “unspeakable” everlasting art on their bodies. Fast forward into the present, and Katy bar the door. Everlasting skin art is everywhere. Men. Women. Young. Old. … The rest of the story…
The world (defined as all the people and their cultures) would have you (translate: now force you to) believe you live on a sacred Earth. And they’d prefer you didn’t disparage, in any way, the god they worship. And that’s all while they want you to shut up about your God. Well, that is, if your God is the one who created their “sacred … The rest of the story…
This week, back in 1979, I lived and worked in Houston, Texas. My brother and I had established ourselves as one of the more popular music duos. And we had fans we could depend on to come see us as we performed all around the city. It was quite an experience for me. Actually making a living playing live music. But my brother and … The rest of the story…