I meet a ton of people through my career as a tattoo artist. Most of them i like and a few of them i get to be friends with. I wear my interests on my sleeve (usually quite literally) so when i find common ground it makes my world a little bigger. The kindness i encounter is actually pretty staggering and i try to pay the kindness forward often. Recently a guy i tattooed and i had discovered a shared interest in music, specifically melancholic blackened post-metal. We share discoveries and rant and rave about our favorite stuff. More recently we began to discuss inner city home ownership. It always makes the times he comes in a pleasure: cool conversations and he likes to get skull tattoos. He and his better half recently ventured to Philadelphia for a music festival. He returned to the shop woth a couple of CDs he purchased there that he thought i would like. As you may have guessed i really like CDs so i was thrilled to receive the gifts. One of the discs he gave me is this #summoned album "lunarterial". It is a deep blackened pit of of atonal death doom. Howled vicious vocals over a din so evil it sounds inhuman. He hit it out of the park, i love this CD! It's funny that something so caustic sounding can make me feel so warm and fuzzy.
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