The Mann

had planned on heading to David Mann with Jeremiah and the Love Cycle cats but this sinus infection is kicking my ass and cold weather is not what it needs. shoot for next year. looking forward to seeing some good pics.

Video of the Week: Tommy Stinson backed by the The Alien Crime Syndicate

this song rules... probably tommy's best tune.

Angela's Birthday!

my little girl turned 4 years old sunday... chuck e cheese party with a yo gabba gabba cake! fun times being a dad!



slinkys!

Post killer backside grind!

damn cheap digital camera click delay missed my gnarly kick turn on the coping!

Video of the Week - Wake Up and Lose!

yea man the humpers... dig it!

pho!

pho bowls rule. and no those are not dog balls.

Soulseller

Road Indian

Was hanging out at Love Cycles satuday before the DicE show having some grilled polish dogs when this cat rolls up on this amazing Indian. Snapped a few pics whilst checking it out... there is so much cool stuff on this bike i couldn't get it all. Check out those highway pegs!

shovel bucket

i never get tired of this pic...

Happy Halloween Ladies... blahlalalalala

Sing with some balls!

All these lame ass front men in bands I see around these days are such friggin pussies! This cat is the read deal. Larry from the late great Candy Snatchers.



Saw these guys 5 times and every show was a classic. Once at the infamous Blue Ox, Larry was so shit faced they only did like 3 songs and he lost the mic and was singing in his shoe before falling of the stage and crash landing on a table. They came back to the Blue Ox like 6 months later with Willy no less and rocked balls for a whole set. Do yourself a favor and get all the their CD's.

wolfy

The Vegas Trip

The Motorhead trip to Vegas was less than spectacular. The whole thing started on shitty note and didn't get much better. I picked up my buddy Dan to head to the airport and find out he has the flu. But he's a trooper so we're off. A tall beer at the airport and one on the plane and things are looking okay. We land and hit the hotel and the flu starts kicking his ass so we waste time watching TV until the show. We grab a cab and get to the House of Blues and see a sign that says "Motorhead Canceled". WTF! This is joke right? No joke. Apparently Lemmy lost his voice. Fucking great... Nashville Pussy is still on the bill so we head in and check out the Chelsea Girls with Cory Parks on bass and Nashville Pussy.

By now Dan's flu is kicking into full gear again and the Reverend Horton Heat was just taking way to damn long to set up so we split back the hotel and called it a night. In the morning we throw down some breakfast and off to the airport an hour-and-a-half early to find out that our flight is delayed an addition two hours. Normally it would be beer-thirty but with a sick buddy it ain't quite the same. Well at least I had a chopper mag and I my iPhone for reading and some surfing. But I then realize that I left my charging cable in the room. FUCK! With a low battery my surf time was over.

On a positive note, coming home and seeing the family was awesome, felt like I had been gone for days. And the wife had an delicious hot meal waiting for me. Ahh, home sweet home.

Pipes

Was bored today looking up some old school stuff. Came across this pic of the Desert Pipes from Skateboarder Magazine from the late 70's.



I was lucky enough to make the trip out to the pipes and skate them all day when I was like 12 years old. Went out there with my friend Dave's older brother Rob Santa Cruz and a couple of his buddy's. One of the cats that was with us was Rob Bell. He was getting down... going majorly high in the pipe. I remember being totally stoked and wanting to get up there. I started getting the hang of it by the end of the day but never got to high. We never did go back. A once in a life time trip that kicked ass!

Arizona's #1 Son - Troy Blake

Just found out that a good friend of mine from my motocross racing days died on Aug 31. His name was Troy Blake and he was an amazing rider. Hands down the best in AZ during the 80's. The heyday of motocross as far as I'm concerned. Troy won the world mini grand prix in 81 and then went on to win the nationals at Ponca City that same year. It was just after that that I met Troy. We went to the same high school and rode together weekly. Troy basically showed me how to win races and haul ass on the track with style. I haven't talk to him in years and for some reason I was just doing some Google image searches for pics of some the old racing days and came across this news. He will be missed.

Here are a few pics of Troy in his prime.

Hotel Blues

So I called the Hotel in Vegas that I'm booked at for the weekend just to make sure everything is set for the Motorhead trip and they did not have my reservation. WTF! I made it with Hotels.com last week. Apparently Hotels.com forgot to book the room on my behalf. How does this shit happen? Now the hotel I was staying is completely booked up.

Oh good news, Hotels.com can get me in at a different place for $45 more then my original room and closer to the gig. Fuck that! After an hour on the phone trying to get them to comp the room I got the better room for the same price, they covered the difference.

I still feel fucked over. They should have comp'd me the room for my troubles and their stupidity. Fuck Hotels.com!

Vegas baby, vegas!

Heading to Las Vegas Saturday with my buddy Dan to check out Motorhead and Nashville Pussy at the House of Blues. This is gonna be a killer show! Don't really have time to do much else since I'm flying in Saturday night and out Sunday early afternoon but this trip is all about the gig.