Tuesday, December 20, 2011
"DON'T YOU EVER, EVER, EVER HAVE THAT MUCH FUN AGAIN!"
More wintery video. One winter night downtown Seattle, Brian Henderson and Quinn Davis, circa 1994. Downtown at night during the holidays is lit up like Vegas.
Previously posted at: QAD MISC: One Night Downtown:
NOT JUST LIKE THE GUYS IN THRASHIN'.
Really stoked to see this going to Sundance. Can't wait to see it.
Cool little Interview with Stacy Peralta with dates and showing times for the January festival in Utah.
Preview:
UPDATE: From the premier....
UDPATE 2: Tons of new/old merchandise and weird offers (including pre-ordering the video) in lieu of the release date approaching (Nov. 6, 2012) Check the video of Stacy and preview.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
DOLLY CAM AT MARGINAL?
The New Kid on Lib...filmed a commercial (I assume for Lib) at Marginal last weekend on a very cold day. Great attitude, he was very patient, helping a crew to set up a dolly cam and lights. He needed no warm up. Boneless to disaster on the tall wedge wall. Keep your eyes on this one.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
STRIKE A POSE / TRIP ON THE EGO
Jammer jeans with suspenders, teal shirt, neon painters cap and a curly mullet.
Dear Lord, it's amazing what the ego can allow you to do (to yourself). I saw this guy once in Maui at a gift shop, I was probably 9. All I remember was he was super tall, and I was not the biggest Night Rider fan, but I was stoked. The fact that this guy is still famous is a serious embarrassment to our species, and a major set-back to any dignified woman trying to identify with a hetero brethren in modern Western culture.
I wish I could see how long it took him to wobble down into the solitary surfer stance....hope he didn't get hurt. And where did the brand new Powell set-ups come from?
Sunday, December 11, 2011
SPOT CHECK: JENNY WRIGHT, IN BACK.

First handrail I ollied onto (back in the day, cave-man's came first....) and slid. No straight runway, 90 degree Tron turn to get on. The motivation was seeing Alex Alvarez front board-sliding it. That was amazing not only for the time, but let alone the small town. (What ever happened to that guy??) We had some serious talent.
Seth took this photo. I'm posting it in lieu of a nice short visit from him, his better half, and brilliant son, Talus tonight.
This spot will come up again....I broke the subtalar part of my talus off kickflipping the little 5 stairs in front, (which I used to skate more than any other spot) then had it razed from its awkward, uncomfortable reposition via surgery. I have the removed bone and ligament scraps in a plastic jar, and showed it to Talus tonight. I wouldn't let him open it, no. Namesake it isn't, but odd it was.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
FREEDOM IS A RELATIVE TERM / TIGHT TRANSITIONS
In light of Mumia's death penalty sentence being reduced to life, I thought this photo (an old top-5 favorite...one I remember vividly in one of my first Thrasher's) was appropriate. Still wearin' the stripes, but able to do amazing things in a small space.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
TEXAS IS THE REASON
In the summer of 1995 Q and Chris took a greyhound for 4 days to Corpus Christi Texas, via Billings, to pick up a car and drive it back to Seattle any route we chose. Houston, the deepest limestone cave in the country: Carlsbad Caverns National Park, New Mexico, the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, San Diego, and Los Angeles were major hits after leaving Texas in my new Chevy Celebrity. We traveled roughly 5252.9 miles round trip.
Unfortunately, our video documentation came to an abrupt end when Chris got hit by a big wave while filming us surfing on Padre Island, TX. Only a few photos and some skate footage was all we had of the rest.
This is a short edit of what we did get.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
SKATERS: 1 - UNIBOMBER: 0
I vaguely remember this, which is to say, I don't remember it at all. Street skating brings you in face-to-face combat with so many poor souls, it's impossible to keep record of them all. Between knives, fireworks thrown from moving cars, iron clubs, mace, and guns, one tends to lose memory of the relatively passer-by's. Aside from the fact that I wish I remember this Cohen Brothers character, I need some assistance.
Who took the photo? (Blair?) Does Chris remember this? Did it escalate? He looks ready to watch a Bears game and shoot some shit if they lose the game.
Strange thing is, I dress more like him these days than the kite-flying shit I had on there. But I did have Jovante's last board....
LATER NOTE: I asked Chris about this and all he had to say was "Ha, mall grab skills."
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
SPOT CHECK: TRACYTON ELEMENTARY
Blair and I brought this kiddie table from Washboard's and tried flippies over it. I don't know why we didn't get them. That's a little Josh Renner in the background. He probably could've done either first try.
Tracyton got cut out of the budget a few years ago, co-opted students going to another school in a consolidation move which must've sucked for both student and teacher. It's just a grass field now.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
COFFEE AND CIGARETTES
Melody (AKA "Mel" back in the day) is an old friend. She sent me
this nice little ditty:
It's Saturday, around 8:30pm on a warm, breezy summer evening. I'm 36
years old. I just left work and am walking to my car. I hear the sound of
wheels on pavement, and the unmistakable sound of wood sliding on a curb,
echoing out of the parking garage across the street. As soon as I hear
these familiar sounds, I am 17 again. I imagine the boys inside of that
garage with ridiculously baggy pants and flannel shirts. The sound track
playing in my mind: Operation Ivy, NOFX, Descendents. I can taste the
Mountain Dew and as I take a deep breath, I can feel the cigarette smoke
flowing in my lungs (a habit I gave up more than 14 years ago.) I go all
the way back to my days as a cashier at a weird little burger joint called
Farknarkles, where on any given day I could hear the sounds of wheels
coming down the hill towards me, prompting me to get a few "pink waters"
ready because my boys were thirsty!
As I approach my duel-sliding-door, silver mom van, I imagine myself opening
the door to a band-aid colored, 1978 Pinto station wagon. A bitter-sweetness
fills me as I remember days since passed. I feel content with the memories
made, and the friendships discovered. On my drive home, I think about
specific people and specific memories. I think about driving my friends
all over town so they could film their skate sessions; clocking them with the clunky
speedometer while they bombed hills; taking the injured to the hospital for
stitches, casts and bandages; and late summer nights, jacked up on coffee,
watching my friends skate a rooftop parking lot. Although I have no desire
to relive my teenage angst (or drive that Pinto), I feel a happiness that
I was a part of something that can cause me to completely step back in
time, even if only for a moment.
The next morning, as I pass that same parking garage on my way back to
work, I hear wheels again. I turn to look, just a middle-aged woman in a
navy suit wearing running shoes, holding her high heels and pulling a
rolling suitcase. Not the wheels I was hoping for.
Reverie officially over and I am 36 once again.
this nice little ditty:
It's Saturday, around 8:30pm on a warm, breezy summer evening. I'm 36
years old. I just left work and am walking to my car. I hear the sound of
wheels on pavement, and the unmistakable sound of wood sliding on a curb,
echoing out of the parking garage across the street. As soon as I hear
these familiar sounds, I am 17 again. I imagine the boys inside of that
garage with ridiculously baggy pants and flannel shirts. The sound track
playing in my mind: Operation Ivy, NOFX, Descendents. I can taste the
Mountain Dew and as I take a deep breath, I can feel the cigarette smoke
flowing in my lungs (a habit I gave up more than 14 years ago.) I go all
the way back to my days as a cashier at a weird little burger joint called
Farknarkles, where on any given day I could hear the sounds of wheels
coming down the hill towards me, prompting me to get a few "pink waters"
ready because my boys were thirsty!
As I approach my duel-sliding-door, silver mom van, I imagine myself opening
the door to a band-aid colored, 1978 Pinto station wagon. A bitter-sweetness
fills me as I remember days since passed. I feel content with the memories
made, and the friendships discovered. On my drive home, I think about
specific people and specific memories. I think about driving my friends
all over town so they could film their skate sessions; clocking them with the clunky
speedometer while they bombed hills; taking the injured to the hospital for
stitches, casts and bandages; and late summer nights, jacked up on coffee,
watching my friends skate a rooftop parking lot. Although I have no desire
to relive my teenage angst (or drive that Pinto), I feel a happiness that
I was a part of something that can cause me to completely step back in
time, even if only for a moment.
The next morning, as I pass that same parking garage on my way back to
work, I hear wheels again. I turn to look, just a middle-aged woman in a
navy suit wearing running shoes, holding her high heels and pulling a
rolling suitcase. Not the wheels I was hoping for.
Reverie officially over and I am 36 once again.
Monday, November 21, 2011
SPOT CHECK: GENERAL SUPPLY
A lot of hours went down at this West Bremerton attraction. The new ledge looks fun, I need to check that out soon, had no time yesterday. It can be seen so far in these previous posts:
FEELING A BIT MELANCHOLY
Skate Rats 101
Props to Seth Book for the updated version.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
NOW THE STORY CAN BE TOLD...
This video got me hyped before I even stepped on a board. I just remember Natas skating the couch. When I lived in Venice I was always hoping to run into Mike Muir. Never happened. Note the very oddly placed (even for him) Timothy Leary cameo.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
DIY
Ben and Blair started this chicken wire concrete masterpiece in one of the lower parking lots of the East Bremerton YMCA, and Blair and I got a little further the following night via car headlights. The next day we found a large note from the Y insisting we cease and desist any and all building on private property. Now, just 20 or so yards away, is a large, public concrete skatepark...with no transitions.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
BIPOLAR BEARS
You can feel that Winter is upon us soon. Get ready for frost sessions. Must...find...mittens.
Heath, Chris, Blair and Quinn at Silverdale, Dec. '09. Fun.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
PLEAD YOUR CASE
If we don't get them
They gonna get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them
Crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all...
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
I FILMED THAT.
I FILMED THAT. from Quinn Davis on Vimeo.
Only thing I ever filmed that made it into a legit company skate vid. Daewon Song, Daewon vs. Rodney Round 1. You don't care about credits when you're 21. He gave me a board and wheels. Good pay for 10 minutes work.
AFTERTHOUGHT: I wish Jeff Henderson would get his ass in this here blog...I know he's filmed some of the gnarliest stuff ever done to date. Stay gold, hoss.
FEELING A BIT MELANCHOLY
Blair Taylor, homeboy, running a little interference bonkage. What was that bank called? U-Haul? Pic taker?
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