Just chilling in my ivory tower.
Clearly not mine, as I’m currently incapable of bringing either of my feet that high.
Hello and welcome to another day of voyeuristic fantasy.
You’re here because you’re metaphorically peering in on me, and I’m here to literally peer in on you.
It’s like an NSA daisy chain.
Firstly, (and not related to any sort of spying efforts our government may have has on its own citizens);
I’d like to plug a special monthly side job I’ve had over the last ten months for Dirt Rag Magazine called SWTPYITFB;
(If you can guess what ‘SWTPYITFB‘ stands for, I’ll personally pay for a one year subscription for you.)
This gig came on the heels of Paved Magazine dissolving, coupled with the fact that there are no other dirt bike related magazines I care to write for. Anyway, It has been a fun project in which to engage, and have been proud to be a part of the magazine gaining momentum in terms of quality content, and increasing in popularity. It’s a shameless plug to be sure, but one I feel compelled to make none the less.
If my thrice weekly scrawl here just doesn’t seem to satisfy, then please check out Dirt Rag for an additional dose.
Now, in news of threats to Americans’ safety, SHUTUPBRIANQUINN notified me that we are in fact under siege by the silent danger of blind spots in taco costumes;
It’s just a matter of time before a law is enacted requiring all skateboarding tacos to wear helmets and blaze orange vests.
I just hope that it doesn’t result in a taco price increase.
In news coming from Minneapolis involving both reptiles, and amphetamines- It seems old Tom Hazelmyer of AmRep Records has a bit of a party up his sleeve with the upcoming onslaught of noise that is the Bash 15;
I mean, it’s not like it’s right around the corner, but any even featuring Cowz (formerly Cows) is one that cannot be missed;
I have seen a lot of bands in my time and met a number of individuals who are in said bands, and never have I ever met an individual, both so completely brilliant and at the same time, completely out of his bloody head as vocalist Shannon Selberg;
I gotta look at my finances, but a trip back to the Twin Cities might just be in order.
An added bonus would be going back to the bar where during the 2000 SSWC pre-party, I may or may not have had a hand in some redecorating;
Gravity tends to be a great deal stronger in that particular bar.
Finally, before we part ways I’d like to present the latest in Chris Akrigg’s series, which puts some perspective on how he does what he does;
That’s of course not to say it helps at all to make any sense of it.
While (to my mind) his clips certainly are the most inspiring, and I suppose due to his personality, surprisingly most relatable, watching him figure out his lines shows a tinge of insane genius.
Perhaps he should be the one in the padded cell.
For what it’s worth – you, GeneO, and Hollywood have definitely aged better than Mr. Selberg in the past decade and a half! Big ups to the Mpls Mafia!
Perhaps that is due to the difference in heroin (among other drugs i’m sure) intake over the years.
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Did the ‘cowz’ perform way back when with barbie heads on their front bits? That group of bands looks like fun. I better start stretching. Someone tell Grumpy’s they need to stock up on their tator tots. -AC
It was the SSWC post-party. “ALL OF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! GET OUT!”
How can you even remember on which end of the race it happened?
Yup, and then we were all “banned for life” so we crossed the street and started a pallet fire. I think the lifetime ban only pertained to us all being there at the same time though, because nobody seemed to mind the other times “some” of us payed them a visit.
When I was chatting with Haze a couple months ago I almost told him about it, but then I thought about what a drag it would be to get my nose broken again, so I just kept my mouth shut.
The funniest part was when Stella told him “It was already like that when we got here.”
Shit Written To Punch You In The Face, Bro
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Of all the scary shit, that dude broke his pelvis falling off a mountain and still shreds crazy hard. You’d never know how much extra hardware he’s sporting. I bet you’ll be back in the dirt and getting tires loose before the weather turns bummer (if it did such a thing in California). Stay optimistic.
Steve would totally punch you in the face, boy/bro/broham/bikeboy. Thats my guess (and I am sticking to it) -jay