Dear Gene Simmons (@genesimmons),
You don’t know me (yet), but my name is Tae-jin, and I am Pyongyang’s biggest KISS fan. Actually, I might be the only KISS fan here—but what I lack in numbers, I make up for in volume. (My neighbor has filed three complaints about my air guitar solos. Worth it.)
Today, I took my devotion to the next level. Deep beneath the streets of Pyongyang, in a secret tattoo studio lit only by a single flickering bulb, I made history: I got the first KISS tattoo in North Korea. The ink is fresh, the pain was real, and now, every time I look in the mirror, Gene Simmons stares right back at me—his tongue permanently out, just like the gods of rock intended.
I wanted you to know: even in the most unexpected places, the spirit of rock lives on. If KISS ever plays a secret underground concert in Pyongyang, you already have a roadie, a translator, and an illegal tattoo tour guide—all in one.
Forever loud,
Tae-jin
** Listen to the audio - my latest Pyongyang underground hit: Girls from Pyongyang **