When Hollywood is looking for a hard guy, the kind you wouldn’t want to meet in even a well-lit alley, they call Danny Trejo. You’ve seen his tough persona, you’ve seen his prison tattoos, and you’ve seen the distinctive lines on his face blown up on a big screen, but have you ever seen Trejo melt at the sight of puppies?
It wouldn’t be a stretch to envision Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, and Walt Whitman gathering on the ornate Victorian-era sofas and sipping tea among the luxurious décor and deep red blushed walls of The Honorable Society Tattoo Parlour and Lounge.
To capture the zeitgeist of carnal knowledge in our culture for the first time ever we surveyed tattooed Americans about sex. Following are the definitive actions and attitudes of our sexuality.
"It’s about all free mind, man, not being bound by the matrix. That’s what all my tattoos mean.” —Alvin “Joey” Lindsey, The Knux
With the boom of reality shows seemingly at its peak, we typically cringe at the mere mention of a season renewal but when The Real L Word signed up for a third season last fall, we wrote down the date.
The title of The Loved Ones' latest full-length, Build & Burn, has a special meaning for the band's frontman, Dave Hause. "I'm a partner in a small contracting company, and I try to maintain that while playing music," Hause explains while taking a break from a house-remodeling project near his home base of Philadelphia. "It's a lot of work, but it's also really rewarding; both aspects of my life have their challenges, but they also have their rewards." Amazon.com WidgetsHause knows a thing or two about paying his dues. He got his start as a roadie for New Jersey punk legends The Bouncing Souls and started The Loved Ones in ...
Jonathan Reis knows reinvention. As the frantic singer / guitarist / commander in chief for beloved acts Rocket From the Crypt, Drive Like Jehu, and Hot Snakes, Reis has sweated his way across stages under a series of monikers, from Speedo to the Swami. With his new band, The Night Marchers, Reis has another chance at reinvention. This time, he wants to be a ghost. “We are apparitions of fallen street warriors that lurk in the subterranean abyss that is the professional nightclub scene,” says Reis. “We’re ghosts of bad ideas from long ago that refuse to dissipate into the ether and are fiercely loyal to our desire to wreak ...