WHITEY IS STILL ON THE MOON

R.I.P. Big time. We're all imperfect, we're all fallible, but Gil's talk outweighed his walk. What else is there to say?

Glory Day

Dirt Dogs
Since we are reminiscing...
Darnel still dirt doggin it. Maggotbrain probably eating beans.
Check out the one black arm

FoodLion Skatepark

Many years ago, Many beards ago the Food Lion skatepark in Asheville was new and exciting. A handful of us took to the 12 foot deep concrete bowl. 

Salad days (Second Helping). Photo's by Victro.

Still going strong

Old Babies

In between Beards. Not yet fat. Best shoes ever.

The Sarge commands 

The Wrestlin' MC was his Claim to Fame

Too many folks don't know how much we lost last week. R.I.P. the first wrestlin' MC, we wish you really were back.

Somebody else's Boss

I've never been a huge Springsteen fan.

It's okay, take a breath.

I admit he's unquestionably an amazing songwriter. And I love the album Nebraska. It's lyrically beautiful, and the music is simple and raw. Everything else I've ever heard though, and granted I don't seek it out, sounded like the dude had lost his mind and hired the worst 80's band ever to ruin an otherwise good song. Harsh words, I know.

Then our good friend Jamie sends me this. It's a live album called Brixton Night from '96. It's just him and a guitar. 3 cd's. It's fucking amazing.

disc 1

disc 2

disc 3

Each download is about 600 megs, so be patient. Thank Jamie R.

A long life, too few Saturday nights

Saw Hayes Carll tonight with a few EV afficionados.

I woke up at 3:40 am today. I worked 8.5 hrs, came home and drank a glass of bourbon, took a short nap, and made it over to the show. If there's any future for country music then Hayes can't be ignored. It was a great show.

If only our man Wood Ear could have opened…

I prefer the album version of this song but, since it's such a great tune, any version will do. And here's a great song off the new record that he did solo tonight.

Enjoy.

The Plumber's Life For Me

Not sure why Darnel hasn't posted this yet, but homeboy recently purchased him not only a Toyota T100 truck, but also a FourWinds Eagle Camper. After a few upgrades to the truck and domicile, this little scamper is ready for some cush vacating. If there is one thing that we all know about Darnel, is that he will find a way to make whatever he does as comfortable as possible. What a lush.

Here's Darnel and Daniel Boone (seriously) inking the deal.

bike punx

 A flyer for the sake of flyering. I miss those multicolored copiers at Kinko's.

A little back ground for those unknowing. Between '93-'97 use to make flyers for shows that took place in our living room. From time to time we would churn out some propaganda to indoctrinate lost and impressionable youth (much like ourselves). 

Get out your sticker printer paper and start making some stickers.

Slappy Man

Sing-a-long

shoot the fire from Lars Savage on Vimeo.

Bestest

These were some good times.

SHOOT THE FIRE

The Future

50 feet high and rotting

When I was a kid growing up in Georgia, there was a treehouse in the woods, just on the edge of a nearby farm. It seemed abandoned by the time my friends and I discovered it. My memory of its height, and the skill and daring of its builder defies all logic to this day. It had two levels. The first was a circular shaped bench, roughly 50 feet up, was nestled in the palm of the massive tree. It was fucking hard to get to. You had to climb up these massive nails and the last few seemed at the time to be beyond vert. The second level was easily twice as high, and merely a platform. I'll be damned if I never made it up there. I tried numerous times, only to give up and climb down terrified. I know time distorts the details of reality, but I still don't understand how the fuck someone built it. I've thought about it all my life.

These photos are of a small treehouse nestled in the Presidio of SF. Basically just a platform fit for chillin'. Originally it was built with aspirations of being lived in. I've spent a lot of time up there. It's hard for me to comprehend that it's over ten years old at this point. Hopefully some neighborhood kids have found it by now. When this photo was taken years ago all the eucalyptus trees in this area had been tagged with spray paint as if slated to be removed by the city. I rubbed the paint off mine. I don't actually know, but I think it's still there. Let's hope. Who want's to go see?

Every day is a gift…

Gift #1. I was walking in San Francisco this morning down Shotwell and, when I was passing the FoodsCo parking lot, I noticed a homeless gent approach a NorCal hippie dude. They exchanged a few inaudible words then hippie dude took a few steps back, dug into his pocket, and produced a hackey-sack (also known as a footbag to you sports fans out there). Right there in the morning light they commenced a game (session, tournament?).

Gift #2. From youtube:
hmm...would never had guessed you could chat with horny cougars while watchin a dwight yoakam video
88ampd 2 months ago 27

Amen.

What's worse than a Rainbow Gathering?

...OK, there's really nothing worse, but the next best/worse thing is a Volkswagen Bus Rally. Now before you go on about how I had two buses myself, let me remind you that I do not own a tye-dye shirt, have white boy dreads, or practice hula hooping for future festivals. I do however love the idea of sleeping in a pimped out van beside whatever I damn well please. 

On this occasion, the 2011 Everybus Rally came to a local state park and Darnel, Mr. Steve, and myself decided to take a peek at some wagons. Here's what we saw...

(A total refurbish. Pretty Sweet)

 (Soft tops next to Hard tops? This world is crazy)

 (One of the sickest ones out there. Hand painted skull work. Seldomwright, eat your heart out)

 (The hordes. Shit strewn about. People selling parts that I assume fell off on the trip to Everybus)

 (Mags)

 (Cleanest set up out there. Tight)

 (Get a load of the tent on top of vanagon. It also has a window hanging air conditioner. Ingenuity.)

(Also, total rust bucket bus belonged to the only dudes with the most solid parts store. Huh?)

 (This step up is something I can get with)

 (Just like my last one (Hitler's Revenge). Of Course mine didn't have such good stickers on it.)

 (A uhaul camper! Sweet.)

 (I feel like such an idiot for not inventing this first. So practical, So efficient, SO NECESSARY!!!)

 ( Even the Canadians showed up.)

 (Everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn, say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend. I present to you the VW MOTENT)

 (The chuck wagon's circle)

 (We sniffed out these two gems hanging out away from the party. Super clean.)

(Lurkin' camp to camp.)