You Suck

The title could be in reference to the photography or the artwork or maybe just a Barfight reference. Since moving, there hasn't been a lot of time to dick around on painting or making goofy signs, but now that things are calming down, I've had some time. I had started this piece a while back but finally got around to completing it today and it will be the first addition to the new space. Since I suck at photography, I couldn't get the glare off the center of the picture, but you get the idea.

Speaking of the space, I finally have some of the old projects up, done on old scrap wood, carboard, basically whatever was laying around. I think the new sign for the shed will be done tomorrow, which I am stoked about.
In closing, listen to the Barfight and Nazi Dust demos at maximum volume on your music listening device.

Another Sigh, Another Year

With a new year, decade, whatever, comes a lot of reflection. Probably the best way to get the newest year started is to get in the water, which is exactly what I did to kick things off and in doing so came up with a lot of good ideas for projects, trips, artwork and just general stuff to keep '10 from going stale 365 days later. At least I think so. Skipping the usual New Year's Eve party night meant I was able to get an early start and I caught this picture, which kind of is a reference to the Paint it Black album, in a really shitty way.

Even with cams, internet forecasts and cell phones, this is still one of the best moments of the session: walking up to get that first glimpse of what conditions you're in store for at you're local break.
Overall, it was cold, empty, but also spread out and peeling. Enough swell to make it fun, but not too much to make it feel like work. Deeper tide meant the waves had a nice gentle peel for the most part and they were lining up well for my noserider.
Spent a two hour session alone with my thoughts, which was a great way to start off 2010. Much better than waking up with a hangover and stumbling to the couch with a splitting headache to sit my ass in front of the TV until I felt better.

Memory Layne

The NY kids had CBGBs, the Valley kids had Scarlett O'Hara's . Now some club named 40 Below, it just didn't seem the same without seeing a bunch of punk and hardcore kids loitering around the entrance.

Misery Loves Company

Snow More Riddles

Went to grab some last minutes gifts up on the boardwalk and snagged some post-snow shots. I will remember these images come mid-July, when its packed shoulder to shoulder and you can hear the noise from a block away.

Before the Dawn

A foot or so of snow later- driveway destroyed....WOLVERINES!!!!!!

True Colors

This Saturday. Sold Out. Get into it: