Oct 082011
 

I woke up, confirmed that my buddy Marc was still meeting me at the event, ate a fried egg sandwich, showered, and hit the door. After a short ride on the 1 train to 116th, I surfaced above ground around 11:30 to see a massive amount of skaters preparing to rage. Marc found me, we snapped some pics and then it was time for the race to start.

The weather was amazing, the crowd was enormous, and the people lining the sides of the street were, for the most part, happy to see us. I can’t say the same thing about the buses, cabs, tourist buses, and cops. The cool thing about the crowd and something I never really thought about…they’re really into hand slapping to show support. I must’ve slapped at least 50 hands on the way down to Wall St.

Blazing through the UWS into Midtown was a breeze. There is nothing like skating on a smooth street with 1500 other skaters and straight up punking out traffic. Around 88th & Broadway, we heard the shouts from our fan club members (Amy, Stephanie, & Todd). Thanks for coming out to see us guys.

 

The video above is me kinda just rolling through Times Square. Times Square wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, but the pedestrian plazas were packed and I saw fools with no board control wiping out here and there. Near the end of Times Square, some skater’s board shot out as I was narrowly ducking past a cab….so I tried to avoid it and ended up in a wreck with some guys behind me. We all popped up and kept it moving.

Herald Square and Union Square were a different story. Those areas were a true clusterfuck of gridlocked traffic, skaters, and pedestrians who were brave enough to cross the street with 1000 skaters flying at them. I skitched a van at some point between the squares to catch my breath while moving (hey, I’m out of shape) and then it was time for the final leg of the race. As I was flying with a group some car pulled out and almost hit me so I had to do a four wheel slide on rough concrete with a longboard. That shit was gnar gnar and I almost ate shit trying to slide my big ass Dog Town longboard.

Near the end of the race we ran into the Occupy Wall Street crowd and they cheered us on for the most part. I finished the race, met up with my friends, sat down to catch my breath, and headed back uptown. Good Shit. Props to whoever is behind organizing the event and every skater that participated. Today is a day I will never forget…my first Broadway Bomb.

–P

Jul 012011
 

India : Oxelo Skateboards from GuilhemMACHENAUD.com on Vimeo.

Not related to this post…but, I wish more music, especially hip hop, would take the lead of so many other art forms and just make beautiful art. Shit can be hardcore street shit and still be beautiful. People are so consumed with getting attention and being famous that they make straight garbage ass music while chasing trends. Be yourself and you’ll be original.

Anyway, enjoy this vid.. Shits dope. –P

Jul 122008
 

steviewonder

Not too many updates.  I won’t keep you long…I promise.

The 4th of July was good.  A BBQ / Pool Party went down for around 30 friends and fun was had.  An entire keg of Newcastle got sucked down with the quickness.  The only downside of this past 4th of July is that I was in LA…if I would’ve been in Indiana I could have checked out Bobby Blue Bland in Benton Harbor the next day.  Bobby is on my list of must see musicians, and with his limited tour schedule, I may have to fly out sooner than later to catch him doing his thing.

I went to see Stevie Wonder at the Hollywood Bowl last week.  He played “People Make The World Go Around” using a talkbox.  Sick.  I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: If you’ve never seen Stevie, you need to figure out a way to see the man.  His voice is still incredible and he is always on.  The caliber of celebrity at a Stevie show is very consistent as well…everyone from the Greek Theatre show seemed to be in the house for this show with the exception of Mike Tyson.  Where you at champ?

I wrecked my knee two weeks ago and the scab is still there.  I’ve had a ton of skateboard injuries over the years (broken collarbone, shattered elbow, jacked ankles and wrists, hurt back, and more), but this janky little scabbing on my entire left knee is starting to piss me off.  Do I not have the same amount of white blood cells that I had as a kid?  Over the past few weeks, I skated Culver City a few times, the new version of the Venice church ramp (a really cool thing for the church to provide), Randy Randall ramp, and Glendale.  My feet are everywhere and my tricks don’t exist.  Skating to not fall takes away some of the fun.  When I get some health insurance rolling again soon, I’m going for all my old shit.

I’ve been cutting some rock demos lately.  Rock + Rap in attempts to not be the stereotypical rock rap.  You can be the judge of whether I’m succeeding or not.  I’m working on getting my back catalog up in it’s entirety….so you can actually be the judge of all the shit put down over the years as well.  Oh, and I have a remix brewing for a pretty well known band.  Gotta be in it to win it.

Today I checked out the Maloof Money Cup at the Orange County Fair.  The vert ramp was crazy and the street course was poured concrete.  They poured a real street area for a 3 day contest?  Wtf?  $$$.  I watched heat 1 and 2 of the Pro Vert prelims.  Sean White was killing fools…PLG was sick.  Lincoln Ueda goes higher than everyone else.  I didn’t get to see much of the street skating aside from practice, but they were killing it.  Said what up to the homey Kenny Hughes, ate a beef brisket dinner, and shook the spot.