Fuck! I’m in absolute disbelief! We lost Jeff Grosso. He’s what got me back into skating after I’d fallen off for a bit. He was the skateboarder’s skateboarder. The definition of skate punk. Grosso had an unmatched love for skate and an infectious stoke. The kind that’d make ya wanna skate on the freeway cause fuck all. This dude has survived heavy addiction, got kicked of 80’s era Santa Cruz for partying too hard. His series was the only true skate history series and I was fuckin thankful for it. He was the most honest voice in skateboarding outside of is hard core weirdos who never went beyond our driveways and sketchy backyard ramps. Skateboarding saved my life and Grosso is a part of that. 2020 can eat a bag of smashed assholes. Fuck this year with a pool deck sideways!
Additional note: This has really fucked me up. Like there’s a deep profound sadness just sitting with me. When I got back into skating after many years off (letting life, injury and bull shit get in the way) and needing something to fill an addictive void the deck I got was a Grosso Anti-Hero. It got me into shaped decks after being raised on popsicles. Since then that has been my favorite shape. And watched every Grosso thing I could for the history like I was taking a class.
So I just (in the past 10 minutes) found out that Jake Phelps passed away. What the fuck? This did epitomizes skate punk. The editor of Thrasher magazine. I’m in fuckin disbelief and shock. He has been skate’s most important documentarian. He was our equivalent of Stan Lee. Only 56. Shit dude. I thought this mythical figure was gonna be around a lot longer. His contributions will always mean the world to me.
Never comply! You can stock your malls with trash companies and try to shove fashion down our throats. But our b.s. detectors are on high. And those of us who know there’s more real skateboarding in parking lots or sketchy alleyways cannot and will not be bought or sold. You may have products, money and events but you have no claim on soul. The flow can only be had and handled by those who actually believe in it. We’re not in it for acclaim or money. We skate for the sake of it. For some it’s the only anchor we’ve got and damn you for even daring to kill it
So I saw this amazing newish band 390 awhile back and a copy of their album Punk Resurrection made its way across my desk. It’s solid! Their sound is reminiscent of early Vandals. Especially Ronnie X’s voice. They also do interviews on their YouTube and have a couple awesome videos for the tracks Don’t Wanna Be Controlled and I Hate the Government. It’s a perfect shot of old school O.C. punk for this watered down era. These guys are total heroes for the underground.
Catch em live and get a copy of this album. And someone snag me a shirt! Kidding about the shirt. But do see em live and play the album loud!
Minor Threat was the straight edge, hardcore punk band from Washington, D.C. Led by vocalist Ian MacKaye, the band was staunchly independent and fiercely sober. Through their songs, the group rejected drugs and alcohol, espoused anti-establishment politics, and led a call for self-awareness. Every song was fast and sharp, with song a minute or shorter. Over a three year period, Minor Threat released two EPs, one album, and several singles, all of which were popular in the American punk rock underground. Their records and concerts helped spawn straight-edge, an American punk rock lifestyle based on the group’s intense, clean-living ideology. Following the disbandment of Minor Threat, MacKaye formed Fugazi, a popular hardcore post punk band.
MacKaye formed the Teen Idles while he was attending Wilson High School in Washington, D.C., and after he graduated in 1980, he founded the Dischord record label with the intent of putting out his group’s records through the label. The Teen Idles broke up and MacKaye had formed Minor Threat with former Idles drummer Jeff Nelson, former Government Issue bassist Brian Baker, and guitarist Lyle Preslar. By the end of the year, Minor Threat had released the singles “Minor Threat” and “Straight Edge,” and had played many concerts along the East Coast. Throughout 1981, they followed this same pattern, playing a lot of concerts and releasing 7″ singles.
Under an offensively bright sky that stretches from the cess pool of Los Angeles to the dirty streets of Long Beach and South Bay. We live and die for our crews and views. Some will tell you punk died or went away. We’re still fucking here! Damaged we ride our skateboards through cracked streets sweating out the toxins the city feeds us through osmosis. We really come out in the dark hours hangin in alleyways and street corners. Patches flown like gang colors let us know Who’s on our side and who to watch out for. We never walk alone. Under this black sun of so cal death we live!