Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights, drama.

Hendrix is one of those treats that you think you're gonna bum out on cause your buddy played the first two albums way too much back in the day and now you think it's all Purple Haze and all of that Axis bullshit, but when it comes down to it, if you were to throw on Electric Ladyland right now it would blow your mind.
This shot is just too good.





Finally found and downloaded the entire 1983 Topper Carew documentary that predated Breakin' AND Beat Street....Breakin' N' Enterin'.
Filmed in Los Angeles and featuring breakers in Venice Beach, at the Radiotron, and out in the streets, it features Chris "The Glove" Taylor, Ice-T, and some incredible breakdancers, among them one of my favorite crews ever, The Dominos, from Los Angeles, CA featuring Kidd Tuff, a dude who was pretty much my idol back then. Tuff was a ridiculous breaker who made the dudes from Breakin' look like Rerun from What's Happenin', and besides being a sick breaker, Tuff was also the first person to ever punch me in the face, which is pretty cool.
The soundtrack is now available on itunes, do yourself a favor and get up on this important piece of B-Boy history.





New Biltwell lid, good color, thinkin' about it.


Or the flat red. Can't decide.



Want.





Need.





Old New York City hookers are awesome, I mean, minus the whole VD, heroin and AIDS thing.





Speaking of VD.





It's official, I'm the laziest blogger ever.
Life has taken over, and child-rearing, recording an album, playing basketball, watching season after season of Friday Night Lights, writing two films and a pilot as well as trying to earn a living as a touring musician has rendered writing about shoes, motorcycles and The Hills obsolete.
I've gotta get my priorities straight.
The grey joints I've been wearing daily this summer are about to have some company.
Only 200 pairs are being sold, one to the kid.
Fingers crossed.





Just saw this old shirt that Piscitelli and Dill did.
I was both totally stoked and totally bummed that they used an image from the poster for my dad's gay biker flick, The Pink Angels, as I've been planning on doing bootleg shirts of the poster forevz. Oh well, I think I'll do it anyway, I kind of have seniority on that one.






And just in case you are wondering what movie I'm referring to...

Let me clear my thrrrrrroat!

I have set a goal that I will ride my bike to this event.
I wasn't able to go last year, and I heard it was epic.
My buddy Dan Druff won Best Pre-Unit, and everybody from SoCal in the moto world came out. This one promises to be even better. Check it out.
Now I just have to finish this god damn bike.



Babe Ruth.
From Northern England in the early 70's, a ruling rock band who recorded the classic break,
"The Mexican".
Essential.




The album artwork is simply incredible.





While the recorded version is my personal favorite, this is just ridiculous.





Max Cady, a total badass, and my role model tattoo-wise.
I'm not kidding.
Although I'm drawing the line at, "Loretta".





Though drastic and mean,
it really sums up how I feel when people push their vegan politics in my face.
If you don't want to eat or wear animals, fine, that's your choice, fantastic.
But don't feel like you have to tell me about it. Really.
It doesn't make you punk rock, and it doesn't make you Morrissey.
It just makes you vegan.
I don't rant about steak and ribs and how I wear leather,
so why do you have to politicize your seitan?
Cause the more you talk about it, the more it drives me to becoming Ted Nugent.






Still my dream car.
1969 Chrysler 300, though I wouldn't kick a 70' out of bed.





Saw the arabparrot at my boy DJ Adam 12's bday party at his 1985-1995 hip-hop club, Afex.
We may have made the no-fly list.





My boy Aaron Rose is kind of a fucking genius.
These are his new kicks he designed for DC.
Soon those crispy chocolate brown bastards on gonna be on these feet.





The new HD Forty Eight.
I think I'm feelin' this.
Not sure yet.
Wouldn't turn a free one down (Hint x 2),
but I'm looking forward to seeing it in person.
One thing is for sure, if I got this and took it over to Evil Spirit, we could definitely turn it into something special.





The best.





I should have covered this on the day of, but it's not about breaking the story, it's about experiencing life and writing about it, sometimes as it happens, sometimes after. For me, mostly after.
Last month we lost a man who was arguably one of the greatest writers of all time
For me, it was Nine Stories that drew me into the mind and the world of this American treasure, but in the end, Franny And Zooey still holds a special place in my heart.
If you are dating a girl and she doesn't like this book, run.






Terry and Donald.
I dig these guys a lot.
Nice to see them together in a pic.
Besides not being able to see your friends,
the only thing that sucks about living in LA is it's not New York.





Lost is back.