When photographer Tim Song crammed into the overcrowded van shuttling Puerto Rican punks Davila 666 and their buddies in Atlanta's Barreracudas around the final leg of their U.S. tour, he knew he was in for a wild ride. But his goal wasn't to glamorize the often-smelly trek. (The array of odors: Taco Bell, feet, unshowered bodies.) Instead, he wanted to capture the realities of touring, when the van breaks down, band members go AWOL, and everyone is too exhausted to party.
"I wanted it to be very candid," Song says. "These are real dudes and there's this really awesome camaraderie with these two bands." That's not to say there weren't bizarre rockn'roll moments along the way. One of the most memorable: getting inked for free by an intoxicated fan.
"The owner of this tattoo shop was Puerto Rican and I guess he used to own a shop where Davila lived. His shop is in Laredo, Texas, now. He showed up at the show and was like, Hey you guys want some free tattoos?' So we piled into a car and went to his shop at 3 a.m." Song says, adding, with a laugh, "The stuff came out pretty good because he's a pro."
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