Ten years ago I started my tattooing career. My apprenticeship was a struggle but I was determined not to be deterred. A close friend of mine (whose musical taste and collection I hold in the highest regard) was allowing me to tackle the biggest tattoo of my fledgling career: I was adorning his calf with a zombie head amongst an arrangement of flowers. The tattoo was large even for an experienced artist, I was excited to tackle it and prove myself to my mentor. We were in good spirits and decided the tattoo needed a bad ass soundtrack. I began to get nervous and to hide this I cranked this album up. The tattoo took far too long but my good buddy endured it and while the results could be better by my current standards I was proud of the accomplishment.
The record we listened to #sleep "dopesmoker" is a monolithic ode to herbal delights. It is a relentless song that clocks in at almost an hour (yeah a single 50+ minute doom song) we played this beast on a crappy portable cd player inches from our heads on the counter of the tattoo room. We both let it was over us and as he dealt with the experience of a novice fumbling pain into his leg we would laugh at the length and awesome absurdity of the song only to be reeled in again by its pummeling majesty. Tattoos aren't for the light hearted, they require perseverance, stamina and tolerance. You need all of that to get through this album too, but in both the rewards are awesome.
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