Just Yer Basic Old School Goth Band Blog

Let me just be honest. I *love* this music. 

lovelovelovelove.

So many people think Hot Topic when they think Goth, so much so, that when I try to describe these bands, I refuse to say the word. The emo and goth of today are nothing like the original scene. How can music this dark and tasty have anything even remotley connected to the mall marching kids of today?

The Bridge - film by Eric Steel

This is a crazy documentary about Golden Gate Bridge suicides during the year 2004. 

I Went. It Sucked.

Wasted a full tank of gas. The mammal place was blocked by road work. Basically I drove down to San Francisco to pay a toll and waste gas. I think I'm officially depressed now.

and yet....

Bay Area Free

So, I'm so broke my eyeballs are on fire. I have no idea what that means, but I stand behind that statement. -Like, "fasting as a money saving practice" kinda broke- 

And yet, I am stir crazy from being stuck at home. If I stay home and sleep all the time it does save money, however, it also gets real old real fast.

 For the readers in the Bay Area, did you know that there are a butt-load of free stuff to do around here?

San Francisco Free Days

Free 1st Tuesday of the month

*De Young, Fine Arts Museum, San Francisco

*MoMA, Museum of Modern Art, San Francisco

Free 1st Wednesday of the month

*Exploratorium, science and more center, San Francisco

*Bay Area Discovery Museum, San Francisco

Other:

Free 1st Thursday of month:

Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive

 (I can not wait to do this!)

Tomorrow I will be driving to the Marine Headlands for an all day free adventure.

Specifics:

*The Presidio (Presidio Visitor Center)

 

*Fort Barry

 From Golden Gate National Recreational Area Website. "Fort Barry is a former 1908 army post, located in the Marin Headlands. Fort Barry encompasses the historic military post, located across the street from the park's Marin Headlands Visitor Center, as well as several historic batteries, including Battery Mendell and Battery Alexander and the Point Bonita Lighthouse area. Come visit this historic area and enjoy the Lagoon and Coastal Trails, the panoramic views of the Pacific Ocean and Rodeo Lagoon and explore Point Bonita."

*Marine Mammal Center (link to homepage)

I guess I'm lucky since I actually enjoy this kind of stuff.

 And, I ain't got no kids to tote around. Which at first I thought would be nice-If only *sigh* I had a family to take out to get some "culture"- and then I thought- where I am in life right now is hassle-free, so why the hell am I not out enjoying that fact?!? Poverty is no excuse! Well, it can be an excuse, but, if someone just uses their brains, they can get out and do all kinds of things with no money.

While I was rooting around online for stuff to do tomorrow, a friend called and told me she broke both her heals jumping into a watering hole. She called from the ER. Which brings up another fine point. I am, for whatever reason, blessed with perfect health. I have been without insurance for- well, forever, but have rarely had a problem with that.

Use it or lose it. 

Oh Holy Moly! Over 100 Views Already

You guys are grrrrrreat!

Heck yes over 100 views! To reward you, let's do the

 BLOG O' HUMOR!

Let's begin with photos.... mmmmkay?

Lots of good stuff on Lamebook

Video time!

I Have A Dirty Little Secret

And It's Name is Spanish 80s Rock!

 Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

Maldita Vecindad

Caifanes (and later Jaguares)

Los Prisioneros

El Gran Silencio (not really 80s)

  

Some other notable artists include El Tri, Heroes Del Silencio (meh, ok. singing kinda gets on my nerves- same with Mana), Cafe Tacuba.

I have a few names for Reggaeton, Spanish Rap, Mexican traditional music like Rancheras/Banda/Tex-Mex, and more traditional Spanish singers (like Celia De La Cruz), BUT that would be an entirely different blog- now wouldn't it.

And by the way, I've been keeping track of my numbers and I want to say THANK YOU for tuning in! It's nice to know SOMEONE is actually reading this stuff! Cheers!

random song I like:
 

Family: Let Go Of The Old Dream Or Go Crazy

At some point, I needed to live for me. No one would ever rescue me. I had to be my own hero. And I had to be OK with the anger the family members felt when they had no more control, when I would no longer exist for them. When I finally expected them to cross the street to meet me halfway, or return the same amount of respect and kindness I gave them, and they were unable, its sad- but in the end- freeing.

Let go of the old dream. Begin a better dream. MAKE a family that can give you back what you give.

*Now that we are adults, its no longer about survival. It's about creating a beautiful life for ourselves.

I have all the scars and echos of the past that, unfortunately, and in some ways, fortunately, have carved me into me.

*I write, sing, paint, dance like a woman running from the fire into the barley meadow fields where everyone is quiet and peaceful and serene. I'm waving my dark ash smeared arms about, screaming "I just came from a fire" and they all look at me strangely. Some have soft oh-shaped mouths and sympathetic eyes. The fire will never touch them. The fire is a myth, the fire is inappropriate dinner table discussion.

The fire has burned everyone a little. 

But when I run into a real burn victim- hands like lobsters wit haunted, hungry faces, its a precious event. I cherish the contact.  

There are few. Not so many in the barley-meadow town, but, some.

I do yoga like the barley people, therapy, eat veggies, live like them and slowly, create a life for myself they take for granted. I make the brick house with my own hands, but, in the end, I have a brick house just like them. 

It all comes slower. And judgment falls and I don't smile as often as I should or maybe, I shake and stutter, but, I am not alone. There are a few rough hands in the river. Some because of the fire and some are just cut that way.

In my brick house I don't want the same story. I worked so hard for my place, that I'll be damned if I spend the precious years being numb, stupid, and herded into mindless consumption and participation in the machine that breeds fires.

And don't go back to the well. There's only fire in the well.

Famous People From Home (916)

I don't view my hometown origin as a liability; I see it as an asset. 

It plays a big part in who I am.

From Oak Park

Kevin Johnson 

current Sacramento Mayor, NBA star

Diego Corrales

Boxing Champion (deceased) 

From Sacramento At Large

• 7 Seconds band
• Whiskey Rebels
• Carlos Alazraqui, actor, comedian
• Lynn Anderson, country singer
• Max Baer, Jr., actor-director
• Adrienne Barbeau, TV and film actress
• Barbi Benton, actress and model
• Blackalicious, hip-hop duo
• Brenda Song, actress (mainly for Disney Channel)
• Amanda Blake, actress on television's Gunsmoke
• Brent Bourgeois, singer-songwriter
• Michael Breckenridge, actor, musician, humorist, artist
• Tylene Buck, model, wrestler
• LeVar Burton, actor
• Buck Busfield, playwright, stage director-producer
• Timothy Busfield, Emmy Award-winning television actor, stage and film actor, producer and director
• CAKE, alternative rock band
• Joe Carnahan, director
• Catfish and The Crawdaddies, blues, New Orleans, zydeco band
• Cause & Effect, electronica/synthpop band
• Craig Chaquico, Jefferson Starship guitarist
• Club Nouveau, R&B group
• Ray "Catfish" Copeland, musician
• Gregg Coffin, composer, playwright, actor
• Doris Coley, singer with the vocal group The Shirelles
• The Cramps, band
• David de Berry, composer
• Deftones, rock band
• Pete Dexter, screenwriter
• Joan Didion, screenwriter
• Sam Doumit, actress
• Morton Downey, Jr., broadcaster
• Merrin Dungey, actress
• Early Times, musician/ radio personality
• Sam Elliott, actor
• Fate Positive, band
• Giselle Fernández, TV personality
• Jack Gallagher, comedian
• Suzi Gardner, Founder of the band L7
• John Gibson, TV personality
• Mark Goodson, television producer
• Jackie Greene, singer-songwriter, blues guitarist
• Lee Greenwood, country music performer and recording artist
• Sasha Grey, pornographic actress
• Groovie Ghoulies, punk rock band
• Colin Hanks, TV and film actor
• Tom Hanks, Academy Award-winning film actor, TV actor, director, and producer
• Scott Hansen, Musician (Tycho) and Graphic Artist (ISO50)
• Henry Hathaway, director
• Hella, band
• Richard Hellesen, playwright
• Hoods, Hardcore band
• James House, country music artist
• Brotha Lynch Hung, rap artist
• Don Imus, broadcaster
• Bob Devin Jones, actor and playwright
• Brie Larson, pop/rock singer and actress
• Rush Limbaugh, broadcaster
• Kool Rockin' D.J. Esef, West Coast Reggae D.J.
• Lisa Ling, TV personality
• Mary Love, R&B singer
• Joan Lunden, TV personality
• Mandisa, singer
• Tim McCord, musician
• Joyce Meadows, actress
• Megan Mills, model (height: 5'10"), fitness consultant, born July 28, 1984 in Sacramento.
• Phil Minas, Musician, Songwriter, Music Scores
• Pat Morita, actor and comedian
• Jim Meyers - writer of Her Minor Thing
• William Mylar, Singer/Songwriter/Musician
• Carter Nice, symphony orchestra conductor
• Andre Nickatina, rap artist
• May O'Donnell, modern dancer
• Tim Ocel, opera and theater director
• Oleander, alternative rock band
• Charlie Peacock, singer-songwriter, record producer
• Brian Posehn, comedian
• Ronald Reagan, actor
• Rufus Reid, jazz bassist, educator, and composer
• Molly Ringwald, film and stage actress
• Cynthia Robinson, musician
• Michael Roe, singer
• Raphael Saadiq - singer, songwriter and record producer
• Dominic Sandoval, Dancer
• Arnold Schwarzenegger, actor
• Larry Scott, model and face of iconic Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio advertisement
• Laymos, band, sac. hardcore band
• The Secretions, punk rock band
• Self Against City, indie-rock band
• Kevin Sharp, country music singer
• Sab Shimono film, TV, and stage actor
• James Simmons, Television Producer
• Shalendra Singh, Film, television, and 3D producer
• Jimmy Smith, jazz legend dubbed "King of the Hammond B-3 Organ"
• Smosh, viral-video makers Anthony Padilla and Ian Hecox
• Brenda Song, actress
• Rene Syler, host of The Early Show
• Tesla, rock band
• Jeff Watson, musician
• Bob Wilkins, television personality
• Kenneth "Obie Dee" Van Cromphaut, blues musician
• Victor Wong, film actor
• John Lloyd Young, Tony winning actor

 

Notable residents

Notable people with ties to Sacramento include Rodney King, whose beating by police (caught on film) sparked the Los Angeles riots of 1992, Los Angeles public health "czar" Kim Harrison Eowan, designer architect Ray Eames, retired USMC Lieutenant General John F. Goodman, painter Wayne Thiebaud, photographer Michael Williamson, videographer Justin Carter, philosopher Cornel West, author J. Maarten Troost, astronaut Stephen Robinson, U.S. Supreme Court justice Anthony Kennedy, record producer Charlie Peacock, war hero Colonel Greg Reilly and writer Joan Didion. Journalist Mary K. Shell, the mayor of Bakersfield from 1981–1985, and her husband, the then petroleum lobbyist Joe Shell, lived in Sacramento during the 1970s.

In addition to Huntington, Hopkins, Stanford, and Crocker, the city's more successful entrepreneurs have included Russ Solomon (Tower Records), Frank Fat, and Sherwood "Shakey" Johnson (Shakey's Pizza).

 don't know these guys, but I watch it every time I get homesick- for the Sac-town I REMEMBER.

For the record though,I was never gang-affiliated- whether it was O.P. Crips, Garden Boys, Bloods, Nortenos, whatever. Rocker white girls get to bypass all that. ha.

Sugar Minott Passes Away

Lincoln Barrington "Sugar" Minott (May 25, 1956 – July 10, 2010)

Mr. Minott passed away at 54, leaving behind a rich legacy of Jamaican music. According to Howard Campbell of the associated Press, he passed on Saturday at the University Hospital of the West Indies in Jamaica's capital, Kingston. Although the cause of death is undisclosed at the time of death, he had canceled shows earlier due to chest pains. He was most notably remembered for his cover of The Jackson Five's "Good Thing Going".
Link to full article here 




LIVE in 83



The InCiters were scheduled to play with him this Thursday in San Francisco. The fact that I just missed my opportunity to share a bill with him is a deeply felt loss. 

May his soul have happiness and his family find the comfort they will surely need during this time of mourning. 


AND long may the music live.

Bands That Make Me Want To Punch Things- (Yippee!)

   

God bless the music that is gasoline to my angry lil' heart!
Here's a short list of bands that give me that special, violent glow I call L-O-V-E!








TEMPLARS



THE DAMNED



VARUKERS



GBH



ZEKE



KYUSS



SLEEP



STRIKING DISTANCE



BLITZ



AND JUST FOR FUN....

THE ABC's of OI!

The Anti-Heros
 
This band has more balls that any shit out today- AND they did it first.  
 
 

The Business

*The latest album: Doing The Business.

 

While they are best known for their hit "Harry Mae", there are  many other songs just as good or better.

My personal favs:

*Streets Where You Live

*H-Bomb

*Welcome To The Real World

*Real Enemy

*Smash The Discos

 

Cock Sparrer

  

 So many song's, so little time. Serious love for these guys!

Some Favs:

*Out On An Island

*Take Em' All

*Riot Squad

*Droogs Don't Run

*I Got Your Number

It's Not Me, It's You

With me, you'll never get anything but the real deal. I'm not overly aggressive. I'm actually a bit of a pushover. Again and again and again- to a point. I am known as either shy

or really loud, outrageous, and silly- depending on my company. My humor is low brow, goofy, crass and working class. In other words- GHETTO as a muthah.


My point is that I don't do well with sceney-type, fake, ego based personalities. Give me a crass New Yorker anyday of the week, but Lord! save me from the hipsters!

I realize, with my tattoos and piercings, I could easily be lumped into this group, however, there are some critical differences. Everything that I have has come with an enormous personal struggle to make happen. I am not just working class, I am from the street. With multi-generational legacies of violence, abuse, and poverty.

When I was a child, I couldn't understand the cruelty of others. Peers or adults. I don't want to be that way to you. So, why do you want to be that way to me?

If a dog owner is rude to me I am not going to kick the dog too if I get mad at the owner.

It is not my nature to be vicious hearted. I am by nature, kind, compassionate, and accommodating. I actually have to work at being less so.

But, there is an underlying strength in me, layered in that tough scarred skin of my youth.


I take delight in controlled violence. I love mosh pits, Rugby, boxing, etc. I used to be in karate. I didn't take it to learn how to fight. I learned that in the group home. There is something so comforting in the sting of a blow. And the release in anger and aggression when you feel your fists strike, your body writhe, your muscles tense. The feel of your voice scream.

I really want to sing hard core punk. Bad. I keep rooting around for a band but, so far, no go.

What I'm getting at is that I really really struggle with dealing with attitudes. Its so unexpected. WHY wouldn't you simple say thank you if I give you a compliment? Or why would you be silently judging me to see if I was cool enough for you, or why would you be getting frustrated with me when I was obviously doing my best and so you had to go talk shit about me to someone else? I don't have the need to do this to you? I don't. Get. It.

Doesn't everybody want to look at themselves to become better people?

Not really. Most people don't give a damn about anyone else but themselves.

And most people are fake. Most people are consumed by their own egos.
Whether its the nature of this culture, time period, or the nature of being human, it IS.

The best thing I can do is use each interaction I have like this to make me reflect in my own life.

That guy was a real prick.
O.K.
So, how can I not do that. Where can I be more tolerant, or be clear. Do I lack humility anywhere?

Is low self esteem or people pleasing not just egomania in reverse? What ways can I move beyond victim-mentality and be a clear and kind contributing person on this planet?

Because the world is how it is and if I'm going to live on this planet, I am going to have to find a way to interact with them satisfactorily.

Most of the people suck balls and should get a swift kick to the fucking head.
Can I love them anyway?

Best Ramones Songs Ever

My number one. The greatest band- bar none. For me- it's gotta be the Ramones. Sure, there are a lot of great bands out there, but for me, it all began with the Ramones.


Original Members: Johnny, Dee Dee, Tommy, and Joey

Through the gateway of the Ramones, I walked into the world of good music.


The longest line-up:
Dee Dee, Joey, Johnny, and Marky

Richie came in on drums for awhile towards the end as well as C.J., on bass.

Brief Ramones discography:
76' Ramones
77' Leave Home, Rocket to Russia
78' Road to Ruin
80' End of the Century
81' Pleasant Dreams
83' Subterranean Jungle
84' Too Tough Too Die
86' Animal Boy
87' Halfway To Sanity
89' Brain Drain
92' Mondo Bizarro
93' Acid Eaters
95' Adios Amigos!


The film Rock N' Roll High School is a must see for any true Ramoney.


However, for those wanting the inside scoop, I also recommend:


The video "Ramones Around The World" has some amazing footage of the Ramones being bombarded by crazy Latin American fans, but lacks slick editing and production value.

Crazy Ramones fans, (such as myself) will cherish this video, but newbies to Ramones may find it a bit boring.

This video, along with "Ramones:Raw" are from Marky Ramones private video recordings. I would reserve these for the hardcore fans.

Of course, what I really love watching over and over was the video collection:

featuring the music videos

• Do You Remember Rock 'n' Roll Radio?
• Rock 'n' Roll High School
• We Want The Airwaves
• Psycho Therapy
• Time Has Come Today
• Howling at the Moon (Sha-La-La)
• Something to Believe In
• I Wanna Live
• I Wanna Be Sedated
• Pet Sematary
• Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)
• I Believe In Miracles

And so.....
My favorite Ramones Songs of ALL TIME:

10. Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)
9. Garden Of Serenity
8. 53rd and 3rd
7. I Just Want To Have Something To Do
6. Pet Sematary
5. We Want The Airwaves
4. I Believe In Miracles
3. I Don't Want To Live This Life Anymore
2. Poison Heart
1. I Wanna Live

God bless the Cretins everywhere....... *mwah*

GABBA GABBA
love, Dani

Stranger In A Strange Land

I live in Santa Cruz

however, I am not from here.

I used to visit my Grandmother in San Jose. My Aunt would do regular trips to Santa Cruz, so I played on the beaches as a child.



Sometimes, I would spend a day or two with my father in Santa Cruz from time to time while he partied.

I have memories of bare feet on cold cement on Front St. Hill, with the coastal fog hugged down around me in the early afternoon or watching cable (oooh, cable!) in a trailer on Beach St. while the familiar pot scented cloud floated above me, drifting like vague gray dragon towards the ceiling, morphing over and over again as it disappeared. None of these places exist anymore. The trailer park was torn down for condominiums, and the apartment gave way to restaurants and little shops.

I feel lucky that, while some got the tourist picture of Santa Cruz during there visit, given my economic position, I was able to see Santa Cruz more clearly.

less of this: ___________
*****
more of this

(Wait, what am I talking about! That first picture looks nice. I want to eat at fancy-pants restaurants with rich mofos who wanna spend buttloads of cash on me. Sign me up! I'll bet that bitch gets her hair and nails done, and gets waxed/facials- an all that! That salt-n-pepper yuppie probably paid for it all too. I want to be a paid for doll to the top tier of the power structure.

Just kidding. I mean, a little objectification can be nice from time to time
"oh yeah- ya like that baby? Hmm Hmmm, there's more where that came from"
Ha. But a life built on that, where your partner has no interest in you, you as a person, in who you are, what you think, etc. And when your "parts and pieces" have aged and you can't be propped up with silicone, you get replaced with a younger model. Fuck that. Besides, I'll bet those homeboys in the second picture would be way more interesting to kick it with. Plus, nicer to look at-check out them abs!)

But I digress *clears throat*

When I was nine years old, my mother gave up custody of me, so I went to live with my father in Boulder Creek, (the Santa Cruz mountains).


Oh, my father's house. It had been in a fire a year or so before. What was left was a bedroom (his), living room, and a bathroom. There were pale, thin plywood sheets nailed up against the burnt half of the house.

The bathroom floor was falling down. The corner of the wooden floor across from the toilet gaped open like a hungry mouth. When you sat on the toilet, you leaned forward, toward it, and day by day, watched it grow wider and hungrier. It's sharp wooden splinter teeth became more and more prominent until one day it ate the whole bathroom. My father then put a port-o-pody in a trailer adjacent to the house. It was disgusting. I remember, in all the months of living there, only taking a shower with the camp-shower once- maybe twice. We visited his mom- my grandma- every couple of weeks to a month and I took a bath then. Disgusting indeed. The good news is 1. I now know I can live without plumbing, and 2. I'm an adult so if I ever have to do that again I know what to do and how to do it and will never ever ever ever have to live that way again.

Besides, that wasn't what had the greatest impact on me. It was being immersed in a drug culture I had never had direct experience with before. My mother was an addict when I grew up and I saw the affects of it. Certainly, I saw the affects, I saw it in the mirror in the form of black eyes on a six year old face. But it wasn't towards the end, right before she gave up custody that I actually saw her sniffing things through a rolled up bill.

(Is it just me or do those lines look puny as hell?)

My father mostly did his partying away from home in the beginning.After the bar closed he often brought everyone back to the boarded up house. I slept first on a dirty cot in the living room behind the couch and then on homemade bunk beds he made, also stationed behind the couch.
He was rarely home. I was alone for hours and hours everyday, until the night came. Then I would be sleeping. I was in fourth grade and had to walk a couple miles to the school bus the next day. And in would pour the bar.

Its no wonder I asked to move back with my then sober mother. I remember it being a huge controversial issue at the time. I was about ten or so. The fact that I already had a nice little drug history under my belt meant nothing. Ten-year-olds should not be doing acid. Period. I had smoked pot regularly, drank, and was moving up the drug ladder, and on the verge of dropping out of elementary school. I had watched my father beat his girlfriend until the ambulance came to remove her. I had watched countless times as he destroyed the house in fits of rage. To his credit he never hit me, unlike my mother and stepfather. Things were getting more and more serious in the house in regards to drugs and I would go visit my mother and all I wanted was to go back to my mother's quiet apartment in Sacramento.

Sacramento has always meant home to me, even though my memories are all very painful, it still is my hometown.

Whether it was the crack-apartments off Marconi Ave., the house in the pear orchards down south, or the gray house of Franklin Blvd., it was always centered around this town.

After moving back home, my mother promptly had a complete mental breakdown, and thus I began my illustrious three year career in the local group home.

It was rough. I'm not going to lie. I learned, (the hard way) how to fight back, after years of having every one in my life beat the crap out of me. You get jumped enough times by peers and eventually you start coming back swinging.

I hated, hated living there.
But, now with many years between now and that time, I find myself cherishing the connections I had with the staff and some of the other kids there. There are moments that i will never forget and I find that I have gratitude for this time of my life.

Kayponti didn't have to take a vested interest in me. But she did. Tyrone didn't have to care about my well being. But he did.

I remember Jatiya's M.C. Hammer poster on the wall. She was my first roomate. We didn't always get along, but she was my sister, completely. I would give anything to know how she is doing. I heard Angela was ok. Hanging in there. Rough for awhile but doing better now.

I can not tell you enough how this time, and more importantly- the people who worked there who put their heart into their work- shaped who I am- and the fact that I have survived to type this today.

I sincerely owe my life to these people. Because when I got there I was a wreck, and most certainly headed for a dark and miserable existence.

I thank you.

When I moved back home, my mother was still a wreck. I went to high school, and college and worked all at the same time- and was out of the house most of the time.

I road the bus everywhere.

I did take the high school traffic safety course, but, there was no one in my life to actually teach me how to drive. And the idea of my having a car was so laughable I could almost cry. My mother barely had her car. I didn't end up getting my license until I was almost 25.

That was solely due to the kindness of a stranger/friend. My life has been a series of lessons in learning to cherish friends who have been there for me, keeping me just back from the brink. Again and again.

Everyone in Sacramento skated.

(Sacramento Skater Stefan Janoski)

Back in the mid 90s, though, when I was a teen, only guys were skating. Girls could have the skater-look but they basically stood around and held their boyfriends boards. My friend Teya and I thought "Fuck that". So we both asked for skateboards from our prospective homes.

I knew it was never going to happen. ----I shit you not, for my previous birthday I literally got a packet of pencils- unwrapped. At least she remembered.

Teya picked out a nice Foundation Board.
(they still round??? Hmmmm)

And I, despite telling my mother- NOT to pick it out- that I will put whatever cash she had toward a deck- that I know she doesn't know anything about skateboards- just-whah whah whah....

I got a plastic Toys R Us Nash board. Not even banana boat cool plastic.

If I ever meet that Nash guy, I swear to God, Imma gunna punch him in the mouth.

So I waited. Saved up. In the meantime a random guy hooked me up with his old skateboard.

In fact, I only saw this guy twice, whom I met through some friends. Once when I met him and he hooked me up and later when I gave the board back. It was a righteous set up though. Huge, old, beat up board, monster sized trucks and massive wheels. I road that board all over the ghetto- no problem. Gravel, broken glass,- whatever. That thing was a tank!

Then I got my very first deck. By then the clock was ticking. I was used to (and really liked) the old- old school style of boards. I got a small, more trick-friendly board. Well, I had tried to do ollies on the tank and that never panned out to well.
This board felt wobbly. It was from a short lived brand that had their own store on the mall downtown called "Mountain and Surf" or something. And it was kinda crap.

Still, between the two boards, Teya and I skated all over downtown, acting retarded, wearing crazy clothes, feeling like aliens , drinking coffee and sneering at all the stupid skate scene girls whom we called "pro hos".

Oh- there are a shit ton of pro-hos in SC, for the surf guys (yuck) but no one really calls these chicks out on it. Maybe if I was more involved in that seen I'd be better informed on the topic. I wonder if serious surf chicks have that attitude, or if so hippie-stoner-blissed out- and "yeah, man, don't hate."

So, after all the years, I have ended up in Santa Cruz. It's not a bad town. The beach is nice an' all, when I actually get to see it. Locals who are not rich or in the Marine industry of some sort are usually working way to much to afford the location to have time off to enjoy it.

Right now, I have worked through my general education at the local junior college and am working on my degree at UCSC in film. When that is done I will probably move down to LA.

Famous FEMALE film directors
Fearless Film making Females







Ha! Well, if I needed a town with lots of things to create hate blogs on- that would be a winner, wouldn't you say?





I'm OUT!