Just this side north of south of Heaven.

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Hello there and happy Friday. I feel compelled to note that today is not only Friday, but is also the day before National Record Store Day;
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On top of all of that, it marks All Hail The Black Market’s 1,095th post.

You like tennis balls?

How about them tennis balls?

It’s an exciting time to be alive, to be sure, but is nothing in comparison to what the 1,200th post will surely be.

As I have mentioned a thousand times in passing recently, I’m injured, and as such, it will be a long time before I can get out and enjoy the reindeer games like everybody else. Unless you want to come here to read about how comfy my sofa is, or about how I walked all the way from my bedroom to the mail box, I throw myself on your mercies for stories of your own adventures.

They could be about bikes, or skateboards, or going into the worst strip club in the world, or finding a bag full of money and kittens (live kittens preferably), or how all presidents in the last four decades besides Jimmy Carter have sucked, or none of the above have or all of the above combined have, like, tons.

Help me help you help me help you.

Luckily the previously mentioned Max ‘Helllvetica’ Leonov came through in style with a saga for the ages;

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Shout out to Matt Maceda;
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First things first. I hope everything goes smoothly during your surgery, and you’re not awake like Hoffman (that was crazy!). Breast implants are no joke, so I wish you the best.

Second. Some tunes to kill 11:03 of time on this planet (and because The Wizard is playing in LA this weekend).

Thirdly, this is just rad. Or a typical weekend of riding trails with your buddies drinking forty ouncers;
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I know deep down, we all enjoy the spandex boy competitive side of mountain biking. Guilty.

Well, this past weekend the US Cup rolled through our neck of the woods with a stop at Bonelli Park.

Rumor was Nino Schurter and Julien Absalon were gonna duke it out … well, Nino showed up. And sort of destroyed the stacked field (with the like of Mantecon and McConnell).
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He’s also pretty down to cook it with a smile. Should we be so lucky…

A video posted by Nino Schurter (@nschurter) on


Anyway, in the near future I’ll email you the story about this that happened during my recent Stagecoach 400 attempt:
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In closing, looks like Skeletonwitch isn’t Skeletonwitch at the moment. What’s happening to this world we live in?

We need more Midwest metal. Peace!

Max

There… Did you see how easy that is? Actually, fuck it. I should just hand the keys over to Max and be done with it.

Then, almost at the same time, Ben made with the contact regarding a bunch of wiz-banging badness from within his own camp;

Hello Stevil,

I guess this is marketing so fucking kill me now.

However I compiled some blog posts into a zine and it’s at least 20% better than punkrockbikeclub(dot)com.

I’ve attached the ‘e-flyer’ thing if you could see fit to promote it;
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It’s a cycle touring zine but probably more me ranting about our shitty society

P.S. There are two files as somehow this has a release date!

P.p.s I’ll send you a copy when the book I also have writing in is available to save on shipping. Sorry!

P.p.p.s (?) That Matt Coplon book is great. Up the punx! 😉

Take it easy,
Ben

As one who has repeatedly declared my love of zines, as well as the printed medium in general, I support Ben’s directive and assuming the AHTBM readership feels similarly, give him a shout when the time comes and pick up a copy of your own.

Finally in closing, and while we’re on the topic of handmade things, while leafing through my volumes of sketchbooks recently, I came across a comic done by Jeff (who at the time of said drawing’s completion was employed as the sales guy for Swobo, which I’m guessing puts it somewhere around 1997). It features Blue Collar Robert, Gene Oberpriller, and myself in an illustrated description which couldn’t be any more accurate if it were put on film;
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To clarify, I think about beer, Robert thinks about wrenches, and Geno is fairly certain he’s constantly being followed by black helicopters. At the time we drank a lot of beer, and Robert listened to a lot of KISS. I would periodically fall asleep during my various commutes home from San Francisco to Oakland, and would then wake up at the end of the line. (Concord, Pittsburg, or Walnut Creek were my go-tos. Jeff said Richmond, because that is the last stop on another line, and because at the time, he was a city dweller, and rarely made the trek to the East Bay on public transportation, so I assume he was just shooting in the dark.) I think that’s the short version…

They were the best of times, and they were the worst of times.

But most importantly, they were times spent just this side north of south of Heaven.
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10 Responses to “Just this side north of south of Heaven.”

  1. Largo April 17, 2015 at 6:00 am #

    Johnny Thunders. All ya gotta know for a great Friday.
    Am I the only one who gets lost in the images you post?

  2. el gecko April 17, 2015 at 7:28 am #

    Looks a little like Richmond from The IT Crowd (short-lived British comedy series) but that show didn’t exist in 1997. Somebody’s got a time machine and I wanna know WHO.

  3. Loudass, Esq. April 17, 2015 at 9:36 am #

    Uh, Electric Wizard is playing in SF tonight. I’ve already spent 30 minutes debating the correct metal t-shirt to wear (in frustration, I just defaulted to Sleep’s Holy Mountain).

    • Stevil April 17, 2015 at 10:29 am #

      Real men wear cowboy shirts to metal shows.

      • Moneyfire April 17, 2015 at 1:29 pm #

        Pearl button western shirt with the sleeves cut off. Its the only way to rock.

      • beetarded April 19, 2015 at 6:19 pm #

        raddest show ever. ran into DannyBoy there. Ate at Don ramon’s as per usual, and ears ringing still. Loudass went on to a metal spree the entire weekend soaked up all my phones data plan posting Concord hesh scene. By 5 o’clock every text was IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE YOU CAN’T BE LOUD ENOUGH THROUGH TEXT MESSAGES.

  4. Zach April 17, 2015 at 2:33 pm #

    https://soundcloud.com/wildthrone/the-wrecking-ball-unchained
    https://soundcloud.com/dopethrone-1

    Fun for your earholes. No knees required

  5. andypants April 17, 2015 at 4:21 pm #

    One night in high school, I got hammered on minibar bottles of tequila from my then-girlfriend’s parents’ house in the back of her ford explorer in the Del Norte bart parking lot, then we took the train to the city to a gay club then we took the all-nighter bus home and there was an alright dude on the bus with a cross-check, so we gave him the last bottle of the tequila.

    we broke up the next morning

  6. Loren April 17, 2015 at 10:06 pm #

    Turns out bottom bracket threads weren’t optional.

  7. Ken April 19, 2015 at 6:15 am #

    After crossing paths with the words of Brad Neely via this site I have been polluted, every time I see something that even resembles a forty a track pops into my head; so thank you. Is that Queeblo? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7ANZ8Osnz4