Looking for a bit of adventure, the Crocker Crew decided to take a little trip down Highway 1 to Half Moon Bay. The day was beautiful and the boys were excited to escape the city for the day to skate a little park and a little street in this sleepy coastal California town.
Everyone likes some type of music. They might not be music enthusiasts or purists, obsessively refreshing the page of their favorite music blog just in case a new stream or download was posted, or even be able to explain the genre of their favorite band in minute and annoying detail (What is New Rave Electro Noise Pop anyway?). But they do know what excites them, what makes them close their eyes and lose themselves in an experience that is more than simply listening to a band. Savages is this type of band. I had a chance to see Savages headline at the Independent in San Francisco on April 18, 2013 and experience the dark post-punk onslaught of this London four-piece.
On April 28 I made my way to the Fillmore in San Francisco on my own to see the magic that was Meek Mill’s “Dreams Come True Tour.” I had missed Meek the previous year when he came through the Bay and would not make the same mistake this year. I am happy that I did not cancel because others were too busy and couldn’t come. With Ace Hood opening, it was going to be a show to remember.
The rain might have finally returned to the Bay Area to remind us all that it is, in fact, still winter, but the weekend spoiled us with some sunshine and warmer temps, so when Dakota raised the possibility of a weekend BBQ at Crocker, all heads jumped at the chance to grill, chill, and skate.
A year and a half can be a very long period of time, especially when you are waiting to see a band that you love. Back in 2011, I missed the Vaccines open for the Arctic Monkeys at the Independent in San Francisco. The Vaccines then cancelled their solo show because singer Justin Young needed throat surgery. Needless to say, I was not going to miss them when they rolled through town again on February 15, 2013.
On February 5 the Crocker crew decided that they were becoming a bit too comfortable on their home turf, so a group of us piled into a few cars and made our way down the Pacific Coast to once again demonstrate our skateboarding prowess at the skate park in Pacifica. With a crew consisting of Andre, Julio, Rob, Doug, Lucha, myself, Magdiel, Alon, Joey, and Anna, good times were inevitable.
For all of those in the know, the current bowl in the Garage is only the latest in a series of ramps constructed by the architectural genius Michael Marbut! Before it was a full-on bowl, the ramp was a 3′ mini with a smaller quarterpipe on one side that you could grind over and vert walls on either end. I recently uncovered these pics taken back in November 2011. They include a little Jimmy, a little Casey, a lot of falls, and a great look at the previous ramp. R.I.P.!
Last Thursday night (January 17 for those that cannot count backwards or subtract) I attended the rooftop party that Juxtapoz put on in conjunction with SFMOMA to celebrate Frequency and Volume, the Rafael Lozano-Hemmer’s exhibit. The event included an open bar, so I should have known that the turnout would be high. Like a fool, I arrived around 6:20 pm, 20 minutes after the start of the event, only to discover a line that snaked around the side of the building. Undeterred, I assumed my place in line and patiently waited for art.
2012 was a very busy year…at least that is my excuse for slacking on the site. I was away from home for 4 out of the 12 months, spent substantial amounts of time in New York and Europe, and travelled around the Pacific coast for a bit. All of these adventures come complete with stories and pictures, but those are only memories until I get a chance to share. Don’t worry, the slacking is over. Had I not been travelling and avoiding the site, however, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to amass the images and tales I will be sharing with you throughout the year. One of these tales involves the evolution of the Garage ramp. So sit back and enjoy.
As soon as I heard that Waka Flocka Flame was making his way to San Francisco’s Fillmore on November 1 for the Triple F tour, I knew that I would be going. I wasn’t quite certain what exactly to expect, however. Would the show be attended by a large group of hipsters, with their tiny moustaches, rolled jeans, and t-shirts covered with pictures of 90s hip-hop stars? Would a large contingent of skaters be out in force? Or would I be like an African-American Republican at a Mitt Romney fundraiser, fully supportive of the spectacle I had come to witness yet aware that any wrong move could result in drawing unwanted attention to myself? Instead, I was greeted with a mixture of all three scenarios as I prepared to experience the Friends Fans and Family Tour of 2012!