Details have come down from on high about this purportedly near-hour long offering, perhaps the end of a long line of big old skateboard videos that we think will be a thing of the past, at least in the near future. The showing is on a Monday night, a cool twist on the normal premiere plans, and tickets will be available at Familia and Calsurf, with some possibly more limited numbers available at the Uptown Theater's door. Be aware: The theater's capacity is a known number to event planners so plan on working your angles accordingly to get a ticket (which likely just involves going to one of the shops, politely asking for a ticket and probably buying something, for good measure). Sounds like tickets should be available next week.
What's there to expect? There were Dollin at the carwash rumors and expectations of more Rowley than not. It'll be interesting to see what Greg Hunt comes up with, outside of the stylistic confines of a Transworld or an AWS video. Also, one wonders if Propeller is going to favor Kyle Walker fans over backers of Jason Dill. Put another way, will this thing try to be a demographics panacea or follow some of the same economic realities that Pretty Sweet followed? Two weeks and we find out, baby.
The good folks at Village Psychic asked me about Minneapolis skate videos. For the long, click the link, for the short, we've been super fortunate for nearly two decades to have a steady-stream of super good local videos coming out of here.
We were once again skipped over for the skate blog Pulitzer Prize.
Transworld posted an interview with Chicago's Dave Ruta aka @koolmoeleo. The Q and A outlines the singular obsessiveness required to post insane amounts of scanned photos on Instagram, as well as cool stories about the Chicago skate scene that I'd only ever heard of second hand. There are even bits about half-started skate careers, too. H/T to Quartersnacks for the link.
Finally, found out over the weekend that Kevin Wilkins was relieved of his editor position at The Skateboard Mag, late last week. Wilkins took a chance on me as a skateboard magazine writer, something for which I'm forever grateful. He didn't shake-up your work unless you needed it, he was frustrated when something got killed, and he had his writers' backs. Wilkins' voice was a huge part of what made TSM so rad for so long; without him the magazine continues on its change of direction, for better or for worse. Thanks, Kevin, and good luck with the next thing.
Finally, eat up some vintage Elijah Collard shot by Terry Ferkey at Front Plaza today at lunch time--it's 75 degrees--and be satiated by the knowledge that I promise more posts soon. Promise. For now, check out The Heshdotcom, heard it's new, redesigned.
Movie theater premieres still happen! I took a film study course at The Bell. The day is only heightened by KG BACK (Forget basketball reasons and pissed away first rounders; I've learned to stop worrying and love the madness).
Skate campus while you attend campus; it's a beautiful thing. Travis Wood with some help from Shane Brown host a cast of tens in a quick hit that seems shorter than its 12 minutes, and that's a good thing. We're late for class.
Technical difficulties are denying me the upload of the DEBRI2 flyer as a reminder to see everyone Friday. Scroll down for details.
Can skateboarding be portrayed in the non-skate media as anything more, still, than a strange unknowable mystery? Political journalism vet Mark Leibovitch can do a profile on Tom Brady on a whim, a change of pace, and DFW can do tennis (albeit with a background in the sport), but when a magazine like Wired wishes to foray into skateboarding, we still get shaky presumptions like, "Skating aficionados would be shocked to see how frequently he falls while practicing: When he was at his athletic zenith as a member of the Bones Brigade, the most celebrated team in skateboarding history, Mullen was known for never making mistakes in public."
That lack of understanding of a basic truth in skateboarding is understandable for an outsider--missing tricks A LOT is a part of the game--but is it too much to wonder if Wired has some correspondent who skated in junior high? Here's a link to the much-linked piece, Rodney Mullen in Wired. Moving past unimportant shortcomings, the piece looks into the unknowns of Mullen's career as of late, the speaking and the consulting and more personal aspects that are normally not spoken of in the skate press, and really gets into the hyper-moneyed weirdness that is the Mutt's life right now. Choice cuts: the near 50-year-old Mullen, griping about video culture:
Three days later, as we sipped green tea on the balcony of the Redondo Beach home he shares with his girlfriend, Mullen expanded on his distaste for how avarice has altered skating. “Don't frickin' skate in front of the camera, don't practice in front of the camera, don't friggin' publish it on YouTube every time you get a new trick—it's not about that,” he said as he gazed at the setting sun through wraparound shades. “If you do it for the sake of loving it, and you don't care whether you're seen or not, or paid or not, all that stuff will come. But enjoy the process! If you start doing things for the sake of selling up front, for rewards, then it's going to catch up to you. The other guys not chasing money are going to outdo you in the end, because real innovation and grit come from loving the process.”
Then there's this shit:
Mullen is struggling to perform a difficult trick, a challenge made tougher by the unusual confines in which he's skating: a tiny geodesic dome encircled with 100 digital cameras that are programmed to shoot in rapid sequence. This contraption is located in the Manhattan studio of Steven Sebring, a photographer and filmmaker who is trying to capture Mullen's balletic movements from every possible angle. All was going well enough until someone replaced Black Sabbath with Metallica on the sound system. Now Mullen feels out of sync, and his board is squirting out from beneath his feet with frustrating regularity.
Once Ozzy Osbourne's bansheelike wail returns, Mullen starts to nail the trick again, flipping the board a full revolution as he thrusts his body clockwise. Every time the camera shutters finish clicking, Mullen takes a moment to confer with Dhani Harrison, the only child of the late Beatles guitarist George Harrison, who is crouched inside the dome with a bottle of Stella Artois. The two of them intend to use Sebring's photos to create an iOS app—a guide to the Mutt's vast encyclopedia of tricks, which users will be able to analyze in minute detail.
It's worthwhile to take in the whole thing. I really wish Daewon could have been in there as a source because I really think he'd be more insightful, in line with the pieces angle, than Stacy Peralta. Also, when does the Bones Brigade cease being referred to as the unhedged "most celebrated team in skateboarding history?"
CJ Tambornino in Midwest Marauders is a time capsule of gear, music, and a dude who's been ripping for a long, long time. Previous navel gazing on the Internet led to a stumbling upon of the part, and I'd been meaning to post about it for a bit. Also:
Narloch and "Dirty Work" in a video suddenly way older than I thought it was. Been running that song all week.
Elsewhere: I interviewed Randy Ploesser about the unrest in St. Louis starting last summer, and Ian Michna, the dude behind Jenkem, filled in some of the blanks in the interview. The latter half of 2014 was terrible, news-wise, and one of the places that my mind kept returning was wondering what it was like in St. Louis from Randy's point of view--the one guy and skateboarder down there who I know well enough to just ask. Randy is really smart and doesn't pull punches. He did all the heavy lifting for that one.
