Our shop is covered in graffitti, inside and out. I know its not the kind of wisdom you were thinking about Josh, but kind of cool all the same.
The building we work in had been vacant for 60 years when we moved in. Ten years ago, it seems there was a group of particularly productive artists. A lot of the work is dated “99”. Funny, when we built out the shop, we saved all the graffitti we could. Then when our nice new front door got tagged, I was thoroughly annoyed… Some art critic I am. - Lars
In our Santa Cruz glass shop in the late ‘70s, doctored rice-paper labels adorned the walls, resined-in for posterity (RIP said glass shop). Among the cleverest were the simplest: Mark Angell’s "tube tested’ became “tub tested” and Mike Croteau’s “fastest surfboards” became “fattest surfboards”.
I’ve always loved warehouse graffiti. It’s usually good and filthy. Technically, we’re a wax maker not a lam shop, but we’ve got some beauties over here. Old school.
There was a pretty hardcore older aussie guy on Reunion for a while, he might still be there actually, Maggot was his nickname, who wrote on our glassing room wall:
‘Old age and treachery will always beat youth and enthusiasm’
The farmer decided to get a new rooster as his old rooster was getting a bit past it. . . . . When he returned with the new rooster and put it in the pen, the new rooster said to the old one ‘your time is up you old fart, all these hens are mine now.’ The old rooster asked, ‘what you are not going to give me just one?’ The young rooster was full of himself, and the old rooster said ‘look, i may be old but i bet i can race you once around the house and if i win, you have to give me at least one hen.’ The young rooster agreed but gave the old rooster a head start…so, here is this old rooster running around the house with the young rooster chasing after him…the farmer saw this, pulled the gun out and shot the young rooster, and thought to himself, 'that is the third young gay rooster this week! Moral of the story, well, you make up your own mind…