I guess we are playing at this motorcycle event tonight. Should be fun a 45 minute set of rock, I guess there are going to be around 1000 gnarled old biker guys and trashy women in confederate flag bikinis. That will so fucking lounge.
http://www.thunderrolls.org
Man, T-bogg, when did you ever have journalistic tendencies?
http://tbogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/think-of-yourself-as-paparazzi-for_08.html
I never imagine skateboarding would ever reach this level.
http://expn.go.com/expn/summerx/2004/story?pageName=040808_bigair_skt
75 foot gaps. 80 Foot roll-ins. Big.
What a weekend. That music outfit I’ve been engaging in the rock with played at this chick’s house out in the country. It ended up pretty much being a harley gang party, which was kind of funny, because they were like Hell’s Angels Lite.
Rick quitely mumbled “Kyle, this is your fault. Guys I hate to say it, but if we get in a pickle, does anyone know any Skynryrd riffs?”.
So we played all seven songs that we have written so far, and they wanted us to keep playing to which we just fucked around.
In the end, they invited us to play at their club house anytime, where I guess activities include gangbanging prospective member’s ole’ ladys, holding fundraisers for numerous charities, and $1.00 draft beers not subject to Alcohol commission regulations.
I keep imagining a PeeWee’s Big Adventure/Blues Brothers type scenario going on.
I’m sleepy.
I thought the cartoons and games I made for zthing were gone forever. Amazing how many people will archive their shit. These are two of what I consider to be my best ones.
Special Winter Olympics
Easter Egg Hunt
If I can remember all the file names, I might be able to dig up all of the ones I had a hand in. That would be sweet, and this time I’ll remember to save the fuck out of them.