Friday, July 29, 2016

july twenty-ninth

Five for July 29th:

Normal vs. Abnormal. Ezra Klein nails it again: "Trump has already been scolded by his own party for racist comments, for attacks on the judiciary, for undermining the NATO alliance, for inviting foreign governments to meddle in American elections. None of this is okay. None of it is normal. This is not a man with the temperament, the steadiness, or the discipline to be president".

July. Another summer month down the drain- but it was a good one. Here’s to (almost) two more before fall kicks in.

Descendents. Their long-awaited new record Hypercaffium Spazzinate is finally out as of today. Jamming it on Spotify as we speak. So far, pretty killer. Liking it a lot more than Cool To Be You, which I don't think I've ever been able to listen to all the way through.

Cool stuff. Hell Night’s first show with Brian on August 18, new issue of Thrasher, Ron Allen new part at age 53, Skatecrunch Instagram, popcorn Friday, evening at the park, an interview with the World Industries’ customer service guy.

Weekend action. After being out of town or on the road to some degree the last four weekends in a row, it’ll be nice to have a mellow one at home. Joan of Dark at Foam, skating, hitting the pool, hanging out with the kids, and whatever else comes along.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

july twenty-eighth

Five for July 28th:

DNC. Last night felt like a real turning point. The party of optimism vs. the party of pessimism has never been clearer. Welcome to the New Party of Lincoln.

Stranger Things. It’s as good as everyone had made it out to be. I’m really trying to stretch it out and not just watch them all at once because I don’t want it to end. So good. Best Netflix original ever.

NAMM. Looks like I’ll be heading back to SoCal in January to work the music industry tradeshow with Brian and Aaron. Fun, guitar slinging, Roscoe’s, sore feet, and hanging out with Cali friends shall ensue.

Cool stuff. Donald and Hobbes, Neil Blender Interview, President Obama’s speech transcript, new weed whacker battery, Revisiting the '80s Santa Monica scene with Natas Kaupas, vacation photo dump, when Jane gets ahold of George, lunch sesh at White Birch.

Seven years ago last night. Kevin Seconds and Kepi Ghoulie crashed at my apartment on Tholozan after a show in Belleville and some late-night pancakes and punk rock talk at Uncle Bill’s. Life is strange, and time flies.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

july twenty-seventh

Five for July 27th:

Summer vacation. Spent the last five days at Table Rock Lake with the family swimming, eating, hanging out, boating, golf-carting, hitting Silver Dollar City, and hiking around. Jane had the absolute time of her life and it was nice to just have some time to decompress a bit. Thanks again to Lisa’s family for making it happen. Can't wait for summer 2017!

HRC. I will concede this: despite my misgivings when it comes to Hillary Clinton, it's pretty great that my daughter could feasibly spend her next 4-8 developmental years in a country with a female president. I always tell her she can be whatever she wants to be, and if nothing else this will maybe help reinforce that in her. I'd rather not imagine what the flip side of that presidential coin could look like for her.

Brian joins Hell Night. It’s been tough keeping my trap shut about this but one of my best buddies is now singing for another one of my best buddies’ bands, which happens to be one of my favorite bands in STL. Their sweet new jam called “Feed Hate” is live and super rad.

Cool stuff. Getting caught up at work/home, Bill Danforth interview, Erick Winkowski Right Side Up video, Democratic Rules Committee Passes Reform Commission to Cut Superdelegates, Descendenista!, Lee, Pastras, Peterson & Saiz Art Show, breakfast pizza, Remo swag haul.

Wednesday soundtrack. Asteroid, Tankard, Kadavar, Night Viper, Naked Raygun, Sacred Reich, Melvins, The Amazing, Hellhammer, Vista Chino, Tomahawk.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

july twentieth

Five for July 20th:

Busy season. Work is getting crazy, right on schedule. Good for the wallet, bad for the sanity.

Stranger Things. Everyone I know that has good taste in stuff is raving about this series, so I’ll be checking it out tonight.

Dan Savage on Jill Stein. "If you're interested in building a third party, a viable third party, you don't start by running someone for fucking president. Where are the Green Party candidates for city councils? For county councils? For state legislatures? For state assessor? For state insurance commissioner? For governor? For fucking dogcatcher? I would be SO willing to vote for Green Party candidates who are starting at the bottom, grassroots, bottom up, building a third party, a viable third party. You don't do that by trotting out the reanimated corpse of Ralph Nader every four fucking years."

Cool stuff. Morning curb skates, pop-tarts, got the lawn mowed before last night’s storm, Prevent This Tragedy 7”, burgers and beers with Tom and Brian.

Seeya next week. Taking some time off from the grind (and hence, posting here) to hang out with the family and swim in a lake for a few days. Recap to follow.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

july nineteenth

Five for July 19th:

Nature’s blast furnace. Heat index of one hundred and six degrees means any outdoor activities have to happen in the morning. Rolled around Webster for about 15 minutes this morning and it was already a scorcher, but it’s better than nothing.

Vacation checklist. With two kids in tow, it’s crucial that all things be remembered before hitting the road. The list is being honed as we speak.

GT Bikes. Cool to see them giving a nod to the old school with their 2017 Performer (scroll down a few). No curved bottom tube, but I can get behind that pink frame/fork and throwback decal design. I’d totally ride that thing.

Cool stuff. New Dan’s Comp and Summer Skateone catalogs, Lost in Transition: The Search for the Death Bowl, Stephen Colbert crashed the RNC, insulted Trump, and got escorted offstage, lunch with Tom and Brian, George’s Ninja Turtles shirt, van headphones for Jane, 141 reasons Trump is unfit to be president.

Tuesday soundtrack. Dozer, Zero Boys, Triptykon, Gorilla Biscuits, Monolord, Mastodaon, Baroness, Tokyo Blade, Dead Man, Skeletonwitch, Rush, Electric Wizard, Nasum, Celtic Frost.

Monday, July 18, 2016

july eighteenth

Five for July 18th:

Reunion. Had an awesome time catching up with the 2008-era Columbia crew in Jeff City on Saturday. Props to Rebecca and Nate for inviting the chaos of ten or so infants/toddlers/kids into their home, cooking, and putting everyone up.

Comic relief. While driving home this weekend we were talking about how great it was to have the Honda Odyssey for road trips, and I said "you Odyssey deez nutz" and Lisa didn't laugh for some reason. Maybe she didn’t hear me.

Upcoming shows. Middle Class Fashion and Culture Club at Family Arena, D.R.I. at Ready Room, Dandy Warhols at Delmar Hall, Made Up and Joan of Dark at Foam, Guitar Wolf at Firebird, Swingin’ Utters at Blueberry Hill.

Cool stuff. Homemade popsicles, hitting the pool, new issue of Decibel, vacation starts this week, Hi-Pointe Drive In coming to old Del Taco spot, Frannie and Georgie, Conservative Clown Car on FB, backyard barbecuing, haircut.

Four more months of this shit. In case you had any doubts about the tone this election season is going to take, I just saw in the span of one commercial break an ad where a guy accused his opponent of working for the Taliban and another where the guy's opponent superimposed the first guy over a picture of Chairman Mao.

Friday, July 15, 2016

july fifteenth

Five for July 15th:

Rained out (again). Another out-of-nowhere downpour threw a wrench into Jane and I’s plans to go big-wheeling at the park last night. Over it.

Five years. A half-decade ago yesterday, I proposed to Lisa at sunset on a private beach in the British Virgin Islands, after smuggling the engagement ring into the country unnoticed inside a container of dental floss. Two kids and one house later, we’re still going strong, and definitely need to get back to Virgin Gorda soon.

Grosso’s Loveletters. Stumbling downstairs in the morning and turning on Youtube to find a new episode of the Letters waiting for you is always a good start to the day. Behold Truck Wars: Part 1.

Cool stuff. Morning roll, new watch, finding four Modelos hiding in the back of the fridge, A Giant Billboard of Trump and Cruz Kissing Just Went Up Outside the Republican Convention, new lightning/USB cable, lunch 3 Kings with Tom.

Weekend action. Hanging with old friends and old friends’ children in Jeff City, going to the pool, mowing lawns, possible early morning skate session, barbecuing.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

july fourteenth

Five for July 14th:

Yesterday. Took over an hour to get home after picking up the kids due to the thunderstorm, with the flashing traffic signals at every major intersection compounded by Joe Edwards’ insipid trolley construction closing down a major portion of Forest Park Parkway. At least we were lucky and didn’t lose power.

Violent Femmes at Pageant. Tonight. To go or not to go? Never seen them, and likely won't have a chance again.

Mini NES. Seems like all anyone is talking today is this pre-loaded, $60 Nintendo 8-bit system coming out later this year. Good lineup of games for the most part, but a few definite head-scratchers. Who decided on Super C over the original Contra?

Cool stuff. New Magnatone notebook, Omar Hassan State of Skate, Witch on Spotify, Rad celebrates 30 years, ukulele man, LOTR revisited, morning railslides.

Spot-on. The Near Certainty of Anti-Police Violence is the one thing you need to read today.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

july thirteenth

Five for July 13th:

Full day of action. Yesterday consisted of two six-mile bike rides and an afternoon skateboarding session at White Birch Park. Somewhere in there I worked. Sweat overload.

Bummers. The AC in the van is out, Jane spilled milk in my car and it now stinks in there despite my attempts to clean it, battery on my watch died.

Hard drivin’. Lisa’s mom found an abandoned Power Wheels jeep in the trash. A new battery later, and Jane is out cruising around grandma’s backyard like a pro. Side note- finding a Power Wheels jeep in the trash would have been my childhood dream come true.

Cool stuff. New Motorhead shirt, The Fantastic Folding Mini-Motel Caravan, Jordan Hoffart house tour, work snack re-up, hitting Ranchito, good blood pressure, Thrasher subscription renewal.

Theory: disproven. “In Dallas last week, Micah Johnson offered a real-world example of a law-abiding citizen taking up arms to fight what he perceived to be a government that was trampling the rights of its citizens. In reality, it looked like a bloody mass murder of a bunch of cops who were just doing their jobs. But make no mistake: Johnson was acting on one of the central beliefs that animates the gun rights movement. It’s been called the “insurgency theory” of the Second Amendment, and it holds that Americans must have the right to own military-style weapons because a heavily armed populace is the last bulwark against a tyrannical government running amok."

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

july twelfth

Five for July 12th:

Near miss. When I left to ride my bike in this morning it was sunny with nary a cloud in the sky. Fifteen minutes later and a few miles north it looked like I was riding into Mordor. Black skies, heavy wind, and general ominousness. I got through it unscathed, and I’m still not sure if it actually ever rained, but still pretty gnarly.

Dentistry. Made an appointment for August to finally get my upper wisdom teeth yanked after putting it off for about fifteen years.

Sad but true. People wandering into oncoming traffic staring at their iPhones looking for cartoon monsters may as well be a deleted scene from Idiocracy.

Cool stuff. House Blend K-cups at the office, Picturebooks "The Rabbit and the Wolf" video, St. Louis Used to Have an Amazing Amusement Park in Dogtown, new Descendents track, evening drinks on the back patio.

Tuesday soundtrack. Kreator, Orchid, Masters of Reality, Heartburns, Bad Brains, Windhand, Elder, Steely Dan, Queen, Distillers, Vektor.

Monday, July 11, 2016

july eleventh

Five for July 11th:

Last night. We were driving down Skinker and came to a stop at an intersection where a homeless guy was standing holding a sign that said "Need a tent". Lisa and I were kind of joking about how specific a request that was to have scrawled on a cardboard sign when a young guy in the car in the next lane popped his trunk, hopped out, ran to the back and literally pulled a bundled tent out and ran it over to the dude. It was pretty awesome. People were clapping in cars and thumbs-upping the kid, and the homeless guy couldn't even believe it. It was a nice moment and made me remember that the whole world doesn't totally suck.

Weekend highlights. In no particular order: Ted Drewes with the family, skate session at JB on the Lee Ralph, donuts at Donut Drive-In followed by the toy show with Jane, backyard shower/party for Anna, hitting the pool.

Shocking revelation. Dallas Mayor Calls Bullsh*t On Open Carry: It Didn’t Help During Shooting, And Made Things Worse. Who would've thought?

Cool stuff. Coffee, bagels and danish from Panera at work, free Marigold Souldier strap, Dig 99.5, Atiba Jefferson Let Us Roam, Photos of New York City in the 1800s with Google Street View, lunch skate session at White Birch, new sheets.

Rodney Mullen Liminal. The long-awaited new skate part from Rodney Mullen is up. It’s ok. A little over the top. I wish it was just a regular part and not some attempt at cinematic wizardry. The production distracts from the tricks and actually makes me dizzy. I’m sure most people will love it.

Friday, July 8, 2016

july eighth

Five for July 8th:

Nothing’s shocking. What national tragedy centered around the use of firearms will the US be talking about next week?

Regularly scheduled format. Yesterday was one of those days where writing about the normal shit felt totally vacant and pointless. Today is also one of those days, but I’m out of words and am so infuriated with the country we live in that I can’t dwell on it. So;

Breakfast of champions. Lisa’s epic toasted Hawaiian sweet roll breakfast sandwiches with egg, cheese, chipotle mayo and avocado have ruled me the last two mornings.

Cool stuff. Gettin’ paid, new Rodney Mullen video part coming next Monday, Steven Adler reunites with Guns n’ Roses for two songs in Cincinnati, vitamin resupply, one fan has pinpointed the exact year Robert De Niro gave up, Brian Baker slams Bring Me The Horizon.

Weekend action. Henry grooming appointment, farm trip, Black Lips at Firebird, early skate session, hitting the pool, mowing the lawn, hanging out with the kids.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

july seventh

One for July 7th:

My opinion. The issue is not about whether or not there are good cops and bad cops. All cops aren't inherently bad people, but all cops are implicit/caught up in perpetuating a system where they will protect their fellow cop above all- above the law, above procedure, above conscience, above everything. No, not all police officers would pin down and fire four bullets into a black person for selling CDs, but all cops will turn their heads while another officer slams a kid into the hood of a car, or takes a cheap shot at him with a baton, or calls him a nigger, or plants a gun on his warm corpse and calls in some made-up tale of "assault on a police officer". All cops will look the other way while this happens and not report it.

How do I know this? Because it literally never happens. You never hear about "good cops" going to their commanding officer and reporting that their partner just beat up some teenager in an alley because it doesn't happen. There are certainly some police officers out there who are decent people, but the "good" stops as soon as his partner does something shitty and is in danger of being caught for it. Everyone knows this.

This system doesn't just extend to this brotherhood of cop and cop- it goes all the way up to the top. Police can now literally be videotaped murdering people in cold blood and get away with it because the same rigged system will make it so. What is happening now is happening because of a culture that has allowed it to happen, from the ground floor, time and time again. Cops have been enabled by the entire system to do whatever they want and not face punishment, be it getting ratted out by a coworker or going to prison for murder.

So are there really good cops? Or are there just "not as bad" cops? I’d love to live in a world where that wasn’t a question that had to be asked.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

july sixth

Five for July 6th:

Another record. Alongside a staggering number of homicides this year, STL has also apparently won the esteemed “Most Dumpster Fires” award. Feeling some serious hometown pride these days.

Skateness. Finally watched We Are Blood last night, lunch session on the V8 Jessee with Brian at White Birch coming up today (weather permitting), screening of Thrashin’ tonight at Bottleworks.

Donuts. Another day at the office.

Cool stuff. Jane’s first Big Wheel, Discovering Dead Malls & Motels on Youtube, good leftovers, e-cymbal repair, Iron Maiden Legacy of the Beast video game.

No jury would convict me. Surely going outside and bludgeoning the people down the street still setting off loud-ass fireworks at 9:20 pm last night while my kids were trying to sleep would have been considered justifiable, right?

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

july fifth

Five for July 5th:

Morning ride. Got a good ride to work in today. Had to leave a little earlier than usual to make it in for an eight o’clock meeting. It’s crazy how much lighter the traffic is vs. the normal depart time. The best part was just being outdoors doing something for basically the first time since Saturday morning (see below).

Rained out. The first hint of sunshine during the entirety of the long weekend happened at precisely 5:30 pm yesterday, with everything preceding that moment either being a mixture of cold, pissing rain or humid pissing rain. Talk about a bummer. Still, we were able to get a mandatory July 4th BBQ in and snap a picture of these two cuties.

Finding Dory. Took Jane to her first-ever movie in the theater yesterday. She had a blast, and consumed all the popcorn and root beer she could get her hands on. The updated Esquire is amazing, with giant personal automatic reclining seats with footrests that turn into small couches.

Cool stuff. Western Addition at Pi, catching the last of the Forest Park fireworks from our living room last night, George’s first ice cream, WGSP session, The Eddie Roman Influence, Chris Pfanner Thrasher interview, City Wide IPA, 1950S American vacations in Kodachrome.

Tuesday soundtrack. Zoroaster, The Cramps, Pallbearer, Saint Vitus, Agnostic Front, Jane’s Addiction, The Wipers, Saxon, Circle Jerks, Jucifer, Imperial State Electric.

Friday, July 1, 2016

july first

Five for July 1st:

Late sleeper. George didn’t wake up till almost 7:30 this morning, which has to be some kind of a record for him.

Bugs. I don’t know if it’s the early-onset heat and humidity or what, but the insects have been out of control this summer. Ants in the kitchen, in the laundry room, water bugs hanging around. Poison traps that usually kill them all off don’t seem to be having the same effect, although maybe there are just more colonies than usual. Whatever the case, I’m over it.

Movie night. Looks like it’s officially Labyrinth for this year’s movie night in Clifton Park. Saturday, August 6th. Mark your calendars. Going to be a fun one.

Cool stuff. Thrashin’ at Bottleworks, cheap Powell Vato Rat hoodie plus anniversary ripper sticker, new copy of Thrasher, Seoul Taco Goji bowls, this kid, modern concave Lee Ralph reissue with red Rib Bones, Grosso’s Love Notes: Episode 1, Ranchito Friday with Craig, Tom and Brian.

Weekend action. Three days off coming up. Hanging out with Sara en route to Atlanta, taking Jane to see Finding Dory, watching the Forest Park fireworks from our front yard (weather permitting), purchasing a Big Wheel, skate session at JB or elsewhere, hitting the pool.