Feel good skate clip of the summer. The Mighty Lovers track kills.
Well, the summer has come and gone in the blink of an eye. Spent the majority of it melting in the heat, then spent my vacation chips to go to some even hotter weather in AZ. Not Awesome. So make these last warm weather weekends good ones. Download this mix for your drive over to the nearest BBQ and enjoy every drop of it.
I hit up Mike's Deli on Arthur Avenue in the Little Italy section of the Bronx. A slice of Prosciutto heaven. The eggplant parm is really unparalleled esp with the fresh made mozz. Full review soon.
Aside from a Fat Boys tape and some mixes I made recording songs off the radio including Newcleus, Lisa Lisa, and UTFO; I didn't know what was up. My mom would blast Kenny Loggins while she cleaned the house and my dad would try to learn me in the discography of the Beatles, but I wasn't really having it.
But I started hanging with some older kids once skating became a big part of my life who listened to Van Halen, Judas Priest & Rush- that kind of kid metal. I'd spend my days with Bill & Scott both of whom had mini ramps at their house. Bill was the man bec he could pull 5ft tables on his Haro Master & still do Smith Grinds on his Roskopp. But the guys were cool & would always come through to pick me up for skate missions while I was still pre-license legal.
While trying to find a dry spot on a rainy day, Bill started talking about some new hip hop records that came out recently. "Yo Al, let's go to the flea market, pick up these two records & some Maxell Metal tapes. We can go to my Mom's house use her stereo and record the vinyl onto both sides of a tape and for a sweet mix." That mix became the soundtrack for years after.
They also exposed me to bands like Joy Division & the Cure. They started to wear black, their hair started to rise, and we drifted apart. I couldn't really relate. Around this time I swore against any music that revolved around guitars and developed a life long affair with some beats. Then one fateful day, I was handed a yellow tape called Three Feet High & Rising and the rest, as they say, was history.
EDIT: I missed the demo, only showing up for the signing. Froston & P.Rod sighting. Wassuuup. But JP and I did get to sample one of the best if not THE best fried chicken spot in Manhattan, Charles Southern Kitchen. The Shit.
Here you go Andy. Def one of the best periods in skateboarding: Young Ethan Fowler, Julien Stranger, Karma Tsocheff, Mike Daher, Carl Shipman, Sean Young, Tommy Guerrero soundtrack, Thomas Campbell in the art dept.
Rough week with a bit of the old man creeping in with some patellofemoral pain. Feels like the tooth fairy is hitting me in the knee with the nail gun at night. But with a few foam roller sessions, I'll get that spring back in my step. I'm happy to get a few rainy days this week.
But I got a few cheer up gems in the inbox this am as buddy Stike sent mp4 ripped copies of some classic vids: the Spitfire video, the Original Real video, and Non-Fiction. Good shit. Enjoy.