Thursday, April 16, 2015
If you've been in Atlanta, but are paying attention to the wrong shit.....
Let me help you and clue you into some serious stoke that dudes from the South East have been creating.
Alex, Creasy, Thiessen and Bryan Reynolds have been working steady on a new vid that will continue in the way of the Threads video from last year. Here's an interview from Alex Rose on the new new those dudes are working on.
Posted by Jeremiah Babb at 11:07 AM
Monday, April 13, 2015
Took a bunch of the dudes to Asheville. I'll post up some stuff that went down via warm ups or boredom.
Was kinda thinking this would be a Thrashville sesh and that DIY spot the next day chill mode kinda thing. Stopped by the Waynesville Park after dropping the gear at Andrew's dad's epic cabin spot. Things heated quickly and went heavy til the sun went down at the DIY spot as well.
I asked the next morning, after hearing of a beer run first stop, that 100 beers was dunzo'd. I was told "100 beers, 14 dudes, do the math Miah." Chase got all stoked at the gas station and commented on this mountain with a hard right at the bottom. Me and Head laughed that the shit was basically a bank ramp. Chase said he'd do it right now. 1st spot of the day, before any skating started. The Ambush car was curious about how it was possible. The other car went to the park. Catnip and Ben jumped out, ran a few yards up. (Video insert) Put their boards up. Chase just walked to the top. And rode down the thing. That super rough driveway ground too. Everyone was still lagging getting out of the car when Chase blazed past at an easy 35mph's +. Dudes grabbed cameras, Chase crawled back up, lost it on the turn, slid a few dozen feet, bounced up on the curb with his hip and body checked the pole.
"I'm fine though."
Within 30 minutes, "Yeah, I think I'm fucked." And grabbed a beer.
Posted by Jeremiah Babb at 5:45 PM
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Saw a buddy of mine, put a picture on Instagram of one of his co workers on the job site. Dude looked tough. Like some burly biker dude, but had a smile that said "I'm here for the beer" kind thing. Looked like a dude who'd be misunderstood my the majority of "normal" society. Not in a tormented soul kinda way. More like, I like rock-n-fuckin-roll and fuck you squares thing. Dude was wearing a shirt that said "Eat The Rich" with a skull and stuff. My bud wrote a caption that agreed with the shirts message. I looked at it thought, dang rad pic. Dude looks like he's fun to work with. Like, he's got some stories. Some good ones.
Then the irony set in. As it had for me many years as I worked my ass off in a production studio. Sitting here saying F the rich people. Corporate america sucks and all the other stuff that Propagandhi, Fifteen and bands from my youth has said. I was 15 or so, I believed it. Then, at 30,as I was sitting on my couch with a new kid, freshly laid off and no work in sight. I began to think, maybe those rich people aren't all bad. They've been employing me and my boss' company for quite some time now. Looking at myself without a job to do for rich people, I started thinking different. And things started changing.
I think I kinda do like rich people. I may not like how they act or dress sometimes. I may get pissy when I saw them arranging a Ruth Chris Steakhouse "lunch meeting" of sorts as I hit that McDeez $1 menu. But shit's different for everyone. And I was making decent money. Good money, we all were, working for these "rich"people.
Keep working for the rich people if that's your stake in life. There's nothing wrong with pulling wire, building shit or some landscaping. Just don't get so into it that you forget what the fuck you're actually doing.
I'll be going back to work soon, as my kids are getting older and into the school systems. I'll be looking for a company who keeps steady 40's flowing. I'll look forward to the $600+ neighborhoods being built because that's income to me in whatever facet I find work in. The higher the number, the bigger the job, the better the checks, the nicer the family vacations. Call it working class or brotherhood or us vs them. It's all BS. I need a job. Ya'll got some money. When can I start?
Posted by Jeremiah Babb at 5:48 AM
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Saw this little nugget recently. When ole Cole went out west to skate with Dan, Santi, Blake and Staba. Ripping stuff man. I guess people been calling Cole "Trudy". I hear he supposedly looks like Staba's mom.
Yeah, I dunno.
No worries though, Cole took his loose legged ass out there and ripped shit up. Rad stuff man!
Posted by Jeremiah Babb at 10:02 AM