ZIP ZANG

This is Zang Sign sealing the deal on a 5-0 in Clark Park. Zang is a humble dude for sure. Totally, for sure.. and therefore.. his skate style is not as "low-impact" as he might have you believe. On this day he was riding a Zip Zinger and ended up cracking it behind the front truck on a B/S 180 ollie. He kept skating it anyway, popping shove-its, manuals and the uber-impressive nollie flip, basically zip zanging his way towards oblivion.
Zang Sign, you're one in a million. Keep rolling.

some kinda hate

Mrs. Feebs and I lay down newspaper on the kitchen floor. We cut and gut our pumpkins. I'm not sure what to do. I throw on the Legacy 'a Brutality record. Mrs. Feebs carves this image into her beautiful pumpkin.






HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Happy Halloween friends. This is a great time of year for sidewalk shred-sledding. Powerslide the pile of leaves, or... create a festive hours de vours platter (keeping in mind the theme of halloween) for a party.
An October party is not finis until the final touches have been added. The final touches are shown in the below recipe for a spooktacular holiday punch:

1. approach the curb at a 35 degree angle at moderate speed

2. ollie like you gonna go into back smith

3. land in back smith before realizing that you would rather have
the front truck on the other side of the curb.

4. Move the front truck to the other side of the curb. This is
called the feeble position. Breathe in.... exhale.

5. Add ice cubes, rainbow sherbert and ginger ale.

6. Ride away from the curb with a bad attitude. "Later."
Say that to the curb. "Later holmes... or maybe sooner than you think!"

7. Add plastic ladle to punch bowl for DIY style partying.

coffin over the death box

Looks like a black and white Christmas. I was looking forwards to a Halloween themed (left) photo. It didn't happen. Instead I chose this dark and deadly thing. The candle is actually quite nice.

fakie breakfast taco

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_ZXNVwktW0

I can't take the time to learn how to embed videos right now so you'll have to settle for clicking on the above link. It gives you an idea of this local legend's immeasurable prolific style.
Ant sent a text message my way late Friday night. It suggested an early morning skate session. I was down.

He showed up at my house around 10:00 am the next day. We discussed some breakfast and coffee. Not two blocks from my house I spied the Honest Tom taco truck and told him to pull over. While he parked his van, I ordered up four breakfast tacos. They wrote my name down on a list and when Ant showed up on the scene he ordered some coffee. The ordering system was somehow amazingly confusing and disorienting, though I think it may be due to mass amounts of people ordering and then promptly disappearing into the bowels of the Clark Park flea market.
The poor girl was standing there calling out name after name, seemingly unable to read her own handwriting. Finally she called out my name and Ant swiftly yelled "Here!", grabbed the taco and handed it to me. I normally would have found this operation frustrating and maybe Ant would have as well, but maybe because we were together we were able to rationalize it as a ZEN-like taco/coffee experience. They make each taco to order and the coffee is brewed via french press yielding maybe four cups at a time. The result is a painfully slow wait on a busy day.
Yet when we relaxed and went with the random flow of this taco truck, we were somehow able to finagle our way ahead of people not listening for their names as taco girl went down the list. Before we knew it we had not four tacos and two cups of coffee as originally ordered, but instead three tacos and one cup of coffee. That's all we paid for and would you believe, that's all we needed.

After a quick taco crushing and coffee cup sharing session we skated over to Ant's van. Luckily he had parked right in front of one of my favorite spots, the yellow parking blocks across the street from UPenn's pharmacy school. We crushed the blocks with fifty fifties and boardslides. I even managed to throw down this blog's titular trick, opting for a backside smit to feeb of the stalled variety.

We jumped in the van and headed down to FDR. Ant had some Red Hot Chili Pepper's Mother's Milk going on and it was blowing our minds how funkified it was. Even more than we seemed to remember. At one point we sat at a red light at Broad and Pattison for ten minutes before realizing the light was broken. That's how mellowed out we were.

Once we got to the park we wasted no time taking up roost on the empty mini ramp. Ant threw down rock and rolls and nose grab frontside kickturns, and I went for backside nosegrab kickturns and... more backside kickturns.

We considered heading up to the new Port Richmond skatepark, Pop's Playground, thus making the day's outing a trifecta of spots. Then Ant's friend, Dan showed up to the park so we decided to continue the daily grind right there at the FDR. Dan is a metal worker/sculptor. We watched him shred the bowls on the south side of the park for a while. There were a couple of small steep banks and transitions in the parking lot area and I really wanted to session them but there were vehicles blocking the way. Then the vehicles dissapeared and the abandoned obstacles were there for the sessioning. Dan joined us for some carves, rock and rolls and ollie transfers on this little meeting of concrete tranny. I eased a rock fakie on the bank to cinderblock cap and it felt good. Ant was laying waste to the lip of a steep three foot high quarter with rock to rolls. We hit up the mini again then bid farewell.

FDR is something else. The park itself is filled with skaters old and young, beginners to veterans and all points inbetween. The parking lot is a whole other story. We saw dudes setting up turntables, hats tilted sideways while drinking mystery punch from red cups. Sports cars with fancy rims pumping up the volume on the stereos. Raver kids, possibly on ecstacy, getting down to the urban environ. It's a hodge podge.

I'd like to thank Ant and Dan for a quick but quality Saturday session.

endtime

get out of my way cause i'm gonna late shove-it

drummer looking for band to rock with. not into touring at the moment, just concentrating on the aforementioned "rocking" .

influences: 2TONMEAT, J Lazer and the Jaysters, Commonwealth for the Common Flaws, T-Bone and the Troublefakers, Lawrence Melk, Schlo-Moe Katz and his Kittenz, Dead Wong, The D-Town Bunch, Mr. Mrs Mabeline, HEAVY NESS, Little Women, Comic Card Collection Agency, World of Payne, the Munchables, Totally Alone, AXESSOR-EYES, Big Trouble In Lil's Vagina, MOON STANCE, Done With cARING, Tiny Babbles, David Chong and his Wang Stylers, Living Without Bacon, The Shakerer Upperers, COALTRAIN, Serious Miss Concept, Chance Lerouix, Todd Chalice, THE CREPES, Finished Basement, PUMP WEIGHT, Cheif Champ and the Guys, Engaged In Engleswood, GODHAND, Anal Pilot- whoops... thought I was posting on Craig's List.

It's okay... it's alright. Skateboarding, right?
I did some of that today. The skies went gray and the wind started howling. I pushed, pushed and pushed down my block. No looking back. Then I started to ollie. I ollied everything in sight. Manholes, curbs, curbs, you name it.
I paused for a brief moment to throw down a 180 no comply in front of a frat house. Red cups littered about the premises, I powerslid one out of my way.
Around the corner from the aftermath of med school destruction was the Video Library. I dropped off the movie Mrs. Smitty and I had watched the previous night. It was that Tim Burton flick, Coraline. We tried to watch it in the dark in 3-D. Turns out that was a bummer so we watched it regular stance.
These days I can't sit through any movie all the way through so I didn't see the thing in it's entirety, but what i saw wasn't bad. I know there are people out there that love the Nightmare Before Christmas so much that they get dressed up like skeletons and make ticket takers feel awkward with their nerd factor everytime the film is re-released in the theater in 3-D, which is often.
After I fled the Video Library I stopped by the WaWa to take out ten dollars from the fee free ATM. Then I went right back to ollieing. I stopped off at a parking lot for some flatground tom foolery. I really wanted to do a frontside late shuv. I tried once... no dice, but landed it on the second try. I caught the minimum amount of air necessary to secure the landing of such a trick but it felt right.
I celebrated by practicing method airs on my couch.

DEMO-LITION

Yo, I'll be at Clark Park tomorrow between 10:00 and 11:00 AM, probably, for a demo. I have to cut it short, and fly downtown to do some construction work. The thing of it is, I need the extra cash.
Now, I'm not beneath a little cash being thrown into the ring for specific tricks. Call them out to your heart's content, but know that... every trick comes with a price. Kickflips are 75 cents a piece. I was originally thinking 50 cents, but I tried kickflipping my board last weekend and it took like twelve tries, so I raised the price. 180 no comply (or "step-hop") : $1.95. 180 nollies : 35 cents both ways. 360 kickflips: $5.00. I haven't landed one in over five years so.. it would be an emotional moment. Worth the money for sure. If I get them back 100 percent I figure I could make 20 bucks an hour. Get my life back on track.
Varial flips: $2.50.

5 foot long boardslide on a foot high ledge

That's correct. I'm moving back up. I felt really good cruising over to the school parking lot across from the CVS. Just pushing with the occasional shifty slide. It was hot, but there was a cool breeze coming along often enough for me to forget. When I got to the ledge I approached it with just above moderate speed. "Let's jump on this thing sooner than later." I thought. I hopped up on that pup and slid like a beast, all gnarl dog like. Then I continued over to the parking lot for a perfect half moon manual (frontside) on the sidewalk before finally ending my run with the best backside 180 nollie I've done since at least 2005.

When this kid showed up (maybe he was a tween?) I gave him the respectful from-one skater-to-another, "Sup?" He didn't seem interested in greetings or salutations, which is fine by me. I didn't really feel like giving him any inside pointers like "how to not push mongo" or "don't wear an XXL shirt with tight pants." Let him figure it out for himself. I threw down another bearded, beer belly boardslide across the ledge and no one was as unimpressed as the only other person in the area with a skateboard, skating the same ledge as me. I even went and threw down another perfect half moon manual. I always pretend I'm Neil Blender and instead of a four inch high curb, it's across the deck of a four foot high mini ramp. And there are fireworks nearby.

grafton cloth bound cheddar aged bro

A few days ago I was shredding. I was shredding a few .. I had on these shorts from OLD NAVY and felt a little weird at first. Before I knew it I was throwing down sans-ollie manuals over sidewalk corners like you wouldn't believe. I'm an artist... so it should not be looked at as unrealistic for me to be into attacking curbs and whatnot alike, with an attitude of "well I'll just barely ollie.. I'll just tap the tail." People seem to toss around the word "slappy" in a real casual manner. I don't believe in treating raw street skating in such a way. You can grind the inch high curb in your cul-de-sac and pretend it's pool tile and coping down there. Then visit planet lunch.

Vietnamese Ollie

Did a demo down at Clark Park this past Saturday. My sister, brother in law and nephew showed up to check it out. They even brought their own boards and we made it a three man demo. After a couple nose stall variations and some sweet powerslides, we got some VIETNAM food. I ended the session with some frontside ollies off a tree trunk bump.

pizza brothers skateboard co.

Really stoked today. Today being friday, I finished off my work week with a couple cans of beer. The beer was great. The dreams I've been having during the work week have not been too awesome. I've been dreaming about some weird stupid shit. I wish it cool. Let's eat more often. Peace

Jesse Jassonn

Fakie Dog Pisser

On a Saturday(last), Mrs. Feebs and I decided to take the dog for a long walk. We chose the West River Drive path as our destination. It was a beautiful day and all the snow was melting and evaporating back to the heavens. The HEAVENS! I brought my board along, hoping for something to session in the parking lot. Sure enough we pulled up to a cobblestone curb and it was on.
I attacked it frontside at first. Throwing down such an onslaught of pivots and smitty stalls it was inevitable that one of those stones would finally give under the pressure of an Independent truck weighed down by 190 pounds of man.
I surveyed the damage. "It 's just a roll of the dice in the game of LIFE." I told the cobblestone. "It's either me... or you." I offered, before attacking it yet again with a backside smitty stall. I was locked into that B/S SMITTY so fuckin awesomely, I swear my wife and dog were staring in awe. Maybe not though. I take back that swear. It was fuckin awes to me, that's all I know.
I finished things off with a frontside tail stall shove it out. Then we walked the dog on the path. The dog was cool with the bikers and even the geese. She only lunged at the roller bladers.