For a little while now I’ve been considering getting a tattoo. All my siblings (all younger than me) have multiple tats and so do my children, including my daughter’s fiance- a big, beefy former Army sapper with tours of both Iraq and Afghanistan under his belt and a slight landmine leg injury limp to show for it (but a truly great guy). So I’ve been contemplating getting the guitar that is my logo here inked for a while. The logo comes from a drawing that my Dad, an architect, did for me in around ’83 or ’84. We were sitting around the kitchen table talking about maybe a business card for me and my guitar playing aspirations. He whipped out a vellum graph paper pad, a plastic drafting triangle, and a plastic hole thing and freehanded that drawing of my 335 in about 10 minutes. Then he took it to work the next day and shrunk it down and stuck it on the back of one of his business cards as a prototype. It ended up a fascinating study of line weights, etc. as the graph lines started to vanish as it got smaller. I still have all the original handwork from Dad and Jeff was gracious enough to turn it into a great digital rendering for me.
So now I’m 60 and really don’t have any reason to not get it inked on my arm. So we went to lunch with the tattoo crew this afternoon and asked them to recommend a tat artist to do the work and, of course they’re delighted to help. Then badass Army boy says, “I’ll give you $100 if you get ‘Thug Life’ tattooed across your stomach”. Thug life is an old goofy joke between the kids and I, particularly my daughter. Both kids then ante’d up another $100 apiece. Then tough guy said heck, I’ll pay for the whole thing. And we were on like Donkey Kong.
So now I’m getting two tats. One’s Dad’s drawing on my left upper arm, and the other is whatever “Thug Life” design he comes up with wherever he wants me to put it.
Wish me luck.