I respect (and/or am baffled by) anybody who has the balls to get a tattoo. It’s the commitment factor – how do you know that whatever you think is cool now will be cool for you in five years time? Or fifty years time?? You’ll be all like ‘When I was young laddy, the boys and I used to all try and kiss one-eyed Sue whenever we went to the Fat Lady’s Arms, that’s why I’ve got this here tattoo of a one-eyed belly-dancing albino on my arm.’ Girlfriend/Boyfriend name tattoos are the worst. If you walk in on Gertrude or Bernard getting it on with someone else you’re going to feel pretty darn silly about that big name you have slap bang in the middle of your bicep.
I caught up with my main man Jordan Morris this afternoon for the first time in weeks. Jordan plays guitar in Brain Slaves (formerly The Coshercot Honeys), my all time favourite New Zealand band. Jordan and the four other members of Brain Slaves have all just gotten Brain Slaves tattooed on various parts of their bodies – arms, chests etc. I just hope for their sake that they don’t get sick of this new name anytime soon. That shit’s for life!
The Brain Slaves are moving to Sydney next month, and to celebrate their departure they’re throwing a gargantuan party at the Monte Cristo. They’re going to be shooting a video for their new song Weekend Story at the party, so if you’ve ever had ambitions of getting on TV, this could be your big opportunity. I’m fairly sure that if you’re a mad groupie and you get the Brain Slaves tattoo, you’ll get a starring role.
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