So if you haven’t guessed by now, we skate Chino a lot. Here are a few from Saturday.
There’s a Method to Scott’s madness.
Brian, man in black.
Front.
Back.
Up.
Scott got a few of me riding my ironing board.
3 Limbed Frontside.
The Tuck ‘N’ Roll.
my beloved chair went to the shop over a month ago (because my fat ass broke it) and she has finally returned…stuffed, polished, and rock solid. it feels like home again.
Descendents…picking our butts tonight.”
With lyrics like that, how could you not love this band? I would say that they are probably the most covered punk band of all time and rightfully so. Pick up any album and every track is pretty much about girls, farting, and eating…very funny, very short, and catchy as hell. They branched out into different bands and projects over the years, but this is where it all started.
Met up with Tige, Scott and Anthony, today at Chino. Brian Whitney showed up and was destroying the place, so I took the camera out.
Brian comin’ in hot over the HIP
laying it down with an invert over the HIP
Scott tweaking one backside over the HIP
Spectators enjoy the view…over the HIP
And for the rest of us who can’t quite get over the HIP.
found this on the Thrasher Magazine site…
While my fellow shred brethren were erecting infernos south of the border, a few others set out on a 250+ mile shredfest of our own. Sunday morning met up with Tige, Scott and Anthony in the IE and headed to a “super secret” concrete pond. When we arrived, we noticed piles of what looked to be hair in the bottom of the pool. Upon further inspection, it was just PILES OF FLEAS! So we all freaked out a bit, then got to work. A super creepy unmarked, windowless white van rolls up and we expect some guy to jump out and offer us candy. Turns out it was only Cohort’s fearless leader, CK…board in one hand, tall can of Coors in the other.
Morning deuce to tail block.
Hangin’.
Tige was happy to get out of the house and apply some metal to the coping. CK approves. Maybe next time I will not shoot it late…probably not.
Scott decided he was going over the stairs this day and even though unsuccessful, his attempts were valiant.
The wind up.
Swing and a miss.
“What do you think about those stairs, Scott?”
Packed up, left the Flea Bowl and Tige behind, picked up Shae-money and with a 10 to 215 to 15 to 78 to 5 fwy Grand Prix, we arrived in beautiful Carlsbad, CA, home of The Old Bro. Slowly waking from the freeway coma, we were welcomed by Bill, Chris, Mike, Dan, families, chips, salsa and sounds of the 80’s.
Chris, crail grinder.
Mike, sweeping the deck.
Anthony, backside.
Scott seeks redemption for the stairs with a FS air. Proper.
…and matching that with a backside.
…might as well throw in a scraper for good measure.
Anthony got this shot of my corner pocket carver and I give it the “OK”
Skated for a while, rocked Culture Club then headed down the street to Matt Hensley’s Flying Elephant for some grub and recap with the whole crew. Filled up, packed up and hit the highway home. A long day, but well worth it. I wonder how our Mexican hombres are doing with the flames…
Tige sent me a picture of his Bawls.
Propagandhi are one of the very few bands that i can still listen to on a daily basis. I’m not exactly sure why, but I believe it’s just the raw energy that comes across every one of their songs. You may not agree with everything they have to say, but how many bands have you seen bring generator to a San Diego street corner and start playing? I’m guessing none.
June 11, 1994