Get Rowdy

Last Friday the Rowdy Ones(sludge-skate punk from New England) took a trip to Brooklyn. They sat in their converted mini school bus underneath the BQE and listened to a compilation of unreleased songs by old Berkley bands. After a night of skating and consumption of beer they drove to West Philadelphia, along the way they got high on spray paint and pot. They arrived at the Shore House anxious to make up for an abbreviated performance that had gone down several months prior. After wards they printer tee shirts and posters. This is what it looked like.













This show was intended to be at FDR skatepark. I think it was moved due to the shitty weather. Part of the allure to going to Philly with The Rowdy Ones was to catch Partysaurus Wrecks again. I wish I could tell you that they played well and that they are the second coming of Deep Purple, but I can't. I can tell you Nothing Is Over(it could have been Hat and War)played a great cover of "Young Till I Die". I was real shitty myself by the time P Wrecks played. My main concentration other than drinking beer from a cup, was watching all the people at the party coming up with creative ways to drink beer.



Guitar Beer-o



Here you have xMARTYFOULx hoisting a local fella while he shotguns a 12oz Sparks.



Now we have the same dude doing a keg stand with his bike.



Let us not forget the classic Keg Stand, Nice Form!



And of course there is Jello. It looks to me like he's regurgitating beer back into the keg. What a nice guy. I have several more wild photos from this show, but the pins in my hand are killing me, so they will have to wait for another day. Thanks again to the Rowdiest guys I know for letting me tag along.

"Purgatory" or "The Old Man and the Hat"

Like I mentioned in my previous post, my right ring finger is banged up. In fact I am getting surgery later this afternoon. For the past two weeks I have been waiting to see what is going to happen, weather a splint would reset it, or weather I needed to be operated on. Needles to say I have had quite a bit of time on my "hand", this is what I have been doing with it.

Jake from Let Me Crazy threw a wing ding of a Labor Day party. Complete with a keg, several beer pong tables, and a kitchen full of liquor. Every one's good buddy Mick Cantone served up a bottle of his Grandmothers 44 year old Canadian Club Whiskey. I don't think that stuff really ages in a glass bottle, but it was very delicious anyway. On top of that, it was nice to drink a whiskey from a bottle as old as my car.



Let Me Crazy had just gotten back from a 5 day tour, which went well, so everyone was in good spirits. The Autumn People, Eula, and Jay Tea joined LMC and Playing Dead in Jake's backyard. Good crop of bands. I had not seen Eula yet, but they really stood out to me. They are a female fronted indie band from Connecticut. What really caught my ear was how bass driven their songs were, and through Let Me Crazy's bass rig it really had my attention. I don't tend to follow current three piece indie bands, but with Eula I'll make an exception. Their demo was real good too.





The Autumn People posing with Edna, and Momma Fentres.



Meanwhile back in Sea Cliff some things never change. Human beings between the ages of 12 and 21 years old existing is a hardship that The Village of Sea Cliff has had to endure for 125 years. This photograph captures a 70 year old man disciplining a 15 year old kid for riding his BMX bike down a set of stairs. There is a sign in front of said stairs outlawing biking, skating and rollerblading, but who put Sgt. Bring Down in charge of taking a kid's baseball hat(seen in his 70 year old right hand). That would soon escalate to the kid taking the old man's hat. The old man seemed down right surprised by this action, but as I can recall growing up, if someone snatched your hat, you would go for the hat, it's a pride thing. Wouldn't you know it the kid looked good in the old man's Indiana Jones hat. Now at this point the kid books it around to corner with out his bike, and the old man gimps after him. Just as all looked lost for the old man' hat, a very likely hero in a unlikely situation came to his aid. None other that Teddy Roosevelt himself(a local guy who dresses up like our nations 26th president) came out of the restaurant pictured in the background of the photograph and grabbed the kid by the arm(too bad he wasn't in his Ruff Rider gear) and scolded him. What a lovely Sunday it was on the Village Green.



I have been spending a bit of time with my ol' buddy K as well. Aside from restoring old homes and welding the occasional tall bike, K digs drinking beer on his porch. He took a night off from doing that to go catch diner at Chicken Delight. After wards we went to Savers in Hempstead and got silly in the used toy section. He must have found four toys that looked like, or could act like bongs. Not being the pothead type I found he had a strong skill set for finding bong like toys. Puss I never thought that picture of him eating beans from a PBR can would be beat. I stand corrected.

Special kudos to Jake and the whole Freemont clan for throwing a great party. Also to Alyse from Eula for being sly and snapping a picture of me and the Sub-pars with out me noticing. Two big thumbs down for not having insurance in America. Get covered if you are not, trust me you don't want to go through what I have had to deal with this week, and I'm not talking about seeing Teddy Roosevelt take down a 15 year old.

Saturn Bar Car Club

Let me preface this post by saying this, my right hand is a little busticated so I am, typing with one hand. Needles to say details from the amazing Rumblers Custom Kills & Thrills Car Show maybe lacking, but hey, a picture is worth a thousand words, right? K and I had been daydreaming about BBQing the Rumblers Show for quite sometime. We all arrived on the late side, and there was no room for our cars to park in th main lot. Bummer. With no plan B in place, we parked in an abandon gas station across from the show. As you can see things could not have worked out any better.



'64 Dart, '65 Valiant, '60 Falcon



Beans cooked in PBR can, who says yankees can't be red necks?



Jay Rogan getting rowdy, '59 Triumph



'61 Impala



'64 Max Wedge