Sunday, March 20, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Oi oi

Here goes some more...if you've had enough then gag yourself with a silver spoon. Here's the artsy ones that Mark Nisbet took. He took the ones below too I'm pretty sure. He's a total mad scientist and I'm pretty sure he likes me even though I tried to drug him and never let him sit shotgun.

Check his webbi- Mark Nizbet






































































































































Riviera Road Dogs

I went on that gyppo road trip to Big S a few months ago with Riviera skateboards. I punched up some shitty photos right after. Here are the good ones. Not only am I in a lot of em, which I like, the trip was pretty much flawless. Zacks ass got a little shredded. My hand did too. Justins hair grew. Stevo got a tube. Niz had to move his camera gear way to much. I watched movie-esq sunsets. Needed and still needed. Wheres next? A train ride to the east side of this doomed continent. I hope so.
Side note, Justin was there but no pics of his long hair flowing on his wooden push peddler are on the market. But he was hot and wild.


























































Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Stiiiiiiiiickies......









Curry Q

This is my boy Curries board. He's the guy with that Malaria beard from a bit ago.



Lip Splash





30 years old

Look at these two degenerates....under the Seal Beach Pier at 30 years old. Complete wastes of life, but who am I to say. It's just pathetic. They should grow dreadlocks...


Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Call me Al

SUPERFEST: Erlend Øye performs "You can call me Al" from Raymond Gangstad on Vimeo.

Uggggggggghhhhaaaaayea

The kids are still totally ok. Zoltans magical kick dance wasn't accepted but he didn't deserve it. The rabbit stayed below the lip. Sausages. Pizza. Pasta. Rum. Fat fucking rednecks. B Shaw knew I'd cross his ass up if he didn't sign my cappy. Pellets. Sushi. Spit box. Obama is my mother-father-sister-brother and god. Beards. No beards. Transistor radios covered in leather. Traffic. Salads at 30. Get buff or die trying. Get rich or die lying. Pluck my heart strings all yall want. They can be retuned. Dress up and tell me a story. Reality is way more fucked up than video games.





















Monday, March 14, 2011

Stolen...

PANDA◊BEAR from Ray Concepcion on Vimeo.


Jacked from Dane. Enjoy.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Autolux destroyed my life

This is going in reverse chronological order so relax and understand i've been fixing my maids god damn vacuum for the last 30 minutes as she berates me for my incompetence with a screwdriver and lack of muscle. What the fuck is going on? I woke up with my head pounding and my whole shit blown out beyond the nutblock. So yea, I'm retracing my steps here. I went to see Autolux (I gave a little album review a bit back) and got blasted off by rocking Hesh. The live performance is so damn good it made me want to swill whisky like it was the grunge days and Dave Grohl wasn't in the Foo Fighters. Human beings were taking part in all sorts of modern dancing. I saw people head banging, moshing, full on slow dancing tongue swords and even some gypsy bitch with glow sticks. Before that I was the gypsy checking the surf with my Kerouac cheap ass red wine that got me here in the first place. Here are some of the photos.