Tattoos, tattoo machines, Harleys, guitars (mostly Les Paul customs), basses, upright basses, saxophones, painting, sculpture, skateboarding, swimming, foreign languages, refurbishing and carving old briar pipes from the thirties, forties, and fifties (if you want a GREAT smoking pipe made from briar that is now about two hundred years old, hit me up!!!); tobacco blending, and fine cigars.
Real people... no BS. People with some substance beyond the translucent veneer of an everyday facade. Artists, musicians, philosophers, factory workers... as long as they have an open mind and a willingness to never stop learning from life...and to be true to the last. Phonies, rock-stars, and wanna-be poseurs need not apply.
OK, so I've got to be more specific here. Social Distortion, Ramones, Dead Kennedys, Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys, the Cure, Echo and the Bunnymen, Bauhaus, Dead Milkmen, Violent Femmes, CIV, H2O, NOFX, Bouncing Soles, Suicidal Tendencies, Circle Jerks, Black Flag, Madball, Terror, Run Devil Run, Life of Agony, Biohazard, GRIP Inc., Blood For Blood, Rammstein, VAST, Rainmakers, John Coltrane,
Charlie Parker, Gerry Mulligan, Dave Brubaker Quartet, Ella Fitzgerald, Cannonball Adderly, Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, Bix Beiderbecke, quite a few defunct 80s hair metal bands, Busdriver,some country, a lot of bluegrass... even some rap depending on what it is. Too damn many to list...
Just about anything worth watching... I'm pretty into foreign films. What I want to watch depends a lot on what kind of mood I'm in at the time. Les Amants Sur le Pont, Todo Sobre Mi Madre, La Vita E Bella, Serial Lover, Il Mostro... shit worth watching.
Don't really watch much of it. Mostly documentaries and stuff if I do watch it, or maybe the weather channel.
Anything I can get my hands on and make it through three pages... lately I don't have so much free time.
The people who inspired me to dedicate my life to professional tattooing (Filip Leu, Stephane Chaudesaigues, Guy Aitchison); Mike Ness (because he's so fucking cocky but he has the right to be) and Impala Pat because his stickers get around more than Jenna Jameson!!! And a special thank-you to all the shallow, self-serving pieces of shit who have opened my eyes along the way.