How did it start? Uhm we were talking about tattoos and how it seems a waste to bury or cremate a body all covered in tattoos, all that art going to waste, and I remembered how a hundred years ago reading the RE/SEARCH about body modification and wasn't there some guy who collected yakuza skins and wouldn't that be awesome art or even better if it could be of use. It would be better than prayer beads from nun knuckles to have a yakuza skin something. A jacket?
Yakuza lampshade! It's the name of Mig's next band, which is one of a dozen reasons I like Mig so much. It's just an extension of the idea that a tough guy goes through exquisite pain to get a flower put on his back, anyway: and after he shuffles off his life of shadow, he's shedding light on some living room. It's all about being absurd. And it's not like I'd be all "It puts the lotion in the basket" about it; the guy would die a natural death first. Or he could go out in some mafia shootout thingie but I mean it's not like I'd pull the trigger. And beforehand I'd take him out for karaoke and sing "You Light Up My Life" or something.
But really. It's just recycling. Repurposing. It's no less icky than burial, is it. Maybe it is. I will admit it's a little morbid (though like I say I wouldn't kill anybody so maybe it's co-morbid, ahaha so funny).
Listen, I've got entertaining company. You can't expect me to be 100% on track. And it was this or telling you how I lost the battle of who gets the armrest on the bus ride to Prague on Tuesday, and really: yawn.
In better news, I found my camera! Pictures next week! Really!
JV you know I love you bestest, right?
Posted by: tuckova | February 13, 2009 at 11:48 PM
Modern Primitives - prompted my first tattoo oh so many years ago.
You Right Up My Rife - you really do. Happy Valentine's Day.
Posted by: ste3ve | February 14, 2009 at 10:32 PM