Same Artists, New Direction.

I got together with some of my old bandmates last night to start working on our new project. This has been a long time coming. It's come to fruition largely at the hands of The Monsiegnor. He's taken it upon himself to grab hold of the reigns logisticality. (Yes. I made it up). He's worked hard to get everyone together and to give the musical boulder the hard push that it needed to start it's roll down the hill. We all got together last night, picked up our instruments and started playing like there had never been a break. Granted, we're all getting aquainted again with ourselves and each other, but at the end of the night, we have the workings for a very sinister groove. Dave and I were talking after the practice concerning our tonal qualities. We both came to the agreement that tonight was the first time that both of our tones were very close to meshing together seamlessly. This did occur at several points, bought to our attention by the thought, 'Is that Dave making those noises, or is it me?' This is the first time that I've played with these guys with the newer amp. I have to say, it really helps me round out my sound and gives me a lot more creativity with my tone. Very much looking forward to the next practice.

PK's Dirt Haven PT II........PT 2.

Here are the remaining photos from the other night @ PK's.


Here's the one-footer. Sick.

Remember the tractor and the curved wall-ride? Here you go......




Sick stuff. We had a RIPPER of a session last night. Lots of people riding everywhere and everyone was going HUGE! I fired through 6 rolls of film in 2 hours. That's 162 exposures. Stay tuned for details.

Night Session...or not.

So we got together for a fun night of some street riding. Tony T and the usual suspects gathered together for some fun. It was balmy, temps around 90. Disgustingly humid. After deciding where we were off to, we were off! Within the first spot, Tony blew out his crank arm and we got harrassed by the po-po. I didn't even see him until someone told me he had been there. Those guys have seen it a million times before, a cop pulls up in a car, sits with his lights off in the adjacent parking lot, calls to the bike cops and then they try to box you in and ticket/arrest you. I guess it's eaiser/safer to corner some young kids on bikes staying out of trouble rather than heading into the north end to bag some drug dealers or gangbangers. I hope it gives them a real sense of civic pride to know that they caught a 15 year old kid who loves to ride his bike. Oh well. This coming Tues we've got another dirt session planned. Stay tuned for photos.

today, a part of me died.

i've lost my soulmate. the one that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with. it was so abrupt. unexpected. i was not prepared. i feel like i've been torn in two. completely empty. i already miss all of the small things we used to share. i think the small things are the ones that i will miss the most. she knew me so perfectly. everything about me. gone. four years worth of commitment flushed away by lies and deceit. this will take some time.

PK's Dirt Haven PT II........PT 1.

Hello. Another sick dirt session went down complete with some secret new obstacles. Here's the first set of photos. The second set will arrive when I want to give it to you. Keep checking back to find all the hot action! PS-I scored a new camera today. Expect to see some sequence shots soon (yes, it has a motor drive!). Enjoy!

-this is how Tony Tyrant warms up. Abubaca.


-footplant.


-tuck air.


-Tony T ain't takin no shit!


-David warming up. Footplant.


-6' out? Hell yeah. Did you say rock that shit one handed?...


-cool. Got that covered. What next? Did you say kill it one footed?....
You gots to wait for that until next time...until then, ponder this......


That's how we do here in Middlenoun!
Crazy shit to follow. Stay tuned.

Dirt Session @ PK's!

Tony Tyant and I went over to PK's Backyard Dirt Haven for a little dirt jump session. Here's the maddness that ensued....

-Mr. Tyrant launching the first booter.

-David crossing up. Check the falcon flying overhead....


-clearing the set....


-Dave. 360. Tony T looking on.


-David and Tony riding back to take another run. Sun's starting to get lower. Mosquitos starting to bite....
After we shuffled some stuff around we rigged up a sub on the last set.


-PK himself-abubuca.


-Capt. Tyrant abub...


-David follows suit...

I've got some other sick stuff on an undeveloped roll that I'll post when I finish it off. Footplants, tail-taps, and other assorted goodies. Oh yeah! I should have some photos being published over @ Tyrant BMX. Not sure what Tony's using or if he's posted it up quite yet but head on over and check it!

amputation.

In talking with my Mom I found out that my Grandfather has lost his battle with the infection that's been plaguing his foot due to his Diabetes. He's in the hospital now and is going into surgery later today to have either part of, or his entire foot amputated. Christ, what the fuck is that like? I'd be an emotional wreck. Living your entire life and then looking down and suddenly realizing that after about a few hours worth of a surgeon's work you've got no foot left. That thing that helps you stand, walk, balance, jump, run, pedal, and kick is suddenly not there. The thing that's been there for 80 some-odd years of your life is suddenly gone. You know exactly what your foot feels like there. But suddenly, you know how it -should- feel to have something there. How the fuck do you deal with something like that? I hope that I (or you) never have to try and sort that kind of thing out. Please stay healthy. Love yourself.

Check it Bleed!

Hey,
By the way, check out Tony Tyrant's newest version of Tyrant BMX. It's the newest of new!
Ride Fast! Ride Hard!

The SURLYist of All Blogs...

I pulled this from the Surly Bikes Blog. Enjoy!

Monday, August 01, 2005

To The Lady In The Minivan Who Almost Ran Me Over Last Friday:

I guess I must have been in your way. I mean, after all, bikes aren't really supposed to be on the roads anyway. You were in your car and in a big hurry to get to that stop sign 30 feet in front of you. It was rude of me to assume you would let me in even though I had plenty of space and clearly signalled. I should have gotten the message when you laid on the horn and kept creeping closer and closer...literally inches from my wheel. What was I thinking? I should have known when you leaned out your window, still honking, and yelled at me, telling me that you "ride a bike too, so (you) know." It was rude of me to argue with you for almost intentially running into me with your minivan. Those roads belong to you and you alone. I'm sorry to have made you so upset about costing you time that you sat at the stop sign and yelled at me for several minutes, while the other drivers behind you rolled their eyes and even started trying to go around you, creating an even more dangerous mess. It was very rude of me to assume that I am traffic too, and I hope next time you nail that stupid biker costing you precious seconds of your life, moments that you will never get back, moments that you could have spent yelling at other people or talking on your cell phone. The life or health of someone like me is less important than getting to soccer practice, and I see now the error of my ways.

-posted by Kenny Bloggins @ 1:08 PM

Kinda makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don't it?