Showing posts with label 80'S. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 80'S. Show all posts
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Friday, March 23, 2012
BACKSIDE STRAIGHT JACKET HEAD PLANT REVERT.
I distinctly remember seeing this when I rented the painstakingly long Savanah Slamma VHS tape from the video store on Wheaton Way. Same place I rented Animal Chin and got immediately hooked for life.
Hands down one of the best contest runs ever, second only to Neil Blender's run where he had a can of spray paint in his pants of which he used to paint a wall mid-run. Honorary mention should also go to Dan Drehobl's oddly-similar (perhaps an homage) human crash test dummy run circa '93 in...Philly? (Seen long ago in a 411, #6 or 7.)
They don't make 'em like that anymore.
p.s. If you haven't checked out Grosso's Loveletter's to Skateboarding, you're missing out.
Monday, March 12, 2012
SPOT CHECK: CANON BEACH, OR
First skatepark I ever rode. A real dinosaur (it's still there), this concrete edifice was amazing to us at the time. No coping, one sided, no decks (those were installed a la wood later on)....perfect to learn the feel of a bank and rolling in.
My first move: the tail skid. (a 5-0 in my head movies.)
Get some!
This guy rode his bicycle all the way up from California. He super-stoked up the session with no shoes/shirt and serviced gorilla grip airs right off the cover of T&C Skate.
My old man gets shutter cred.
My first move: the tail skid. (a 5-0 in my head movies.)
Get some!
This guy rode his bicycle all the way up from California. He super-stoked up the session with no shoes/shirt and serviced gorilla grip airs right off the cover of T&C Skate.
My old man gets shutter cred.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
TOOFLESS WONDER
Aside from the fact that he looked like a malfunctioned Terminator T2000 gone rogue and homeless, Tim Jackson was a style king. I saw him in his Venice stomping ground circa his heyday, probably 1989. I went down to the beach in search for Mullen (whom I never saw him in those days, but always saw someone) and was blessed with a one man show. Jackson was doing his usual (though far from any other usual) onslaught against the 4 foot tall, 40 foot long wall divider above the (once was) graffiti pits, which are now filled in with sand. He would approach at full speed a la bad-ass Dogtown gangster surf style (i.e. attitude) and straight wallie up and boardslide through the kink, about 20-30 feet. Sometimes he'd layback (as below), other times tuck-knee or pop-out early. It was his shtick and he did it better than anyone I've seen since. Venice had such a rad 80's scene, which was borderline voyeuristic in its display. They performed and we watched. Or was it because we watched?
Check out Rowley's psyched intro to Jackson's Risk It Part
Check out Rowley's psyched intro to Jackson's Risk It Part
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