I promise I have blog posts coming from the Muscle City show but in the mean time watch the homie Real Deal merk 9DM. Kill or Be Killed SON!!!!!
Posted on July 27, 2010 by Dave
I promise I have blog posts coming from the Muscle City show but in the mean time watch the homie Real Deal merk 9DM. Kill or Be Killed SON!!!!!...
I promise I have blog posts coming from the Muscle City show but in the mean time watch the homie Real Deal merk 9DM. Kill or Be Killed SON!!!!!
Posted on July 16, 2010 by admin
IT had been dry for the last month and everyone had exhausted their shake over the past few days, individually, reduced to resin scraping. “Smokin” Todd Parsons had been MIA for a few weeks ever since he had received ten large. This...
Needless to say, when he finally did surface with not only a weed hookup but an offer to buy an ounce for the group’s regular Friday night meetup, everyone was pretty happy and looked forward to an evening of rolling around Washington county until daybreak. Maybe we’d end up in a field staring at the Milky Way or maybe driving through yards.
THE 300 SDL Turbo, fully loaded, crept to a seedy house in a shitier side of Washpa. Todd jumped out and Atom, our pilot, started to panic as he disappeared into the house surly to be overtaken by the smell of stale beer, cigarettes; old dog piss and too many cats. Atom was prone to delusion and conspiracies and the 10 minutes that Todd was gone must have seemed like a lifetime. He passes the prized Sacajawea around. The buds were huge and tight; squeezing them through the bag revealed that they were sticky. The smell was skunky but pretty typical. And while I can’t remember the price that he got it for, I do remember that it was considerably higher than the going rate the month prior. So we headed off the beaten path and onto roads less traveled. I remember the taste was weird, best described as a cross between copper and iron. I also remember it as slightly acidic. After a few bowls, it left my lungs feeling unusable.
Looking up, I noticed that the lights were trailing blues and greens from the cigarette signs in the windows. As I stepped out of the car I felt light and almost floating. Entering the store with a stark bright florescent glow, I again looked down at my hands. They looked different under these harsh lights. They were dark and powerful with every scar perfectly defined as patches of flesh slightly more pink than the background skin. I almost felt like I was floating just above my physical self. Everything had a weird outlined doppelgänger; it was as if I was apart from myself and in the third person watching this all through a frosted eyes.
As I became aware of this detachment, I noticed the clerk. His skinny neck and protruding Adams Apple; his sad balding head that revealed a constellation of liver spots. I thought to myself, “I could overpower this guy… I bet I could twist that little fucking head right off of that pencil thin neck…” It was a real feeling – I wanted to kill him. I approached the counter and waited as my friend, Dave, ahead of me was being checked out for a water. As the cashier took His money and opened the door, I knew I was going to kill this clerk and rob the store. I had never been so sure of anything. Ever.
In one motion I reached around Dave and slammed my drink down onto the counter and stormed out of the store. I went straight to the car and slammed my face into my palms producing those geometric constructs from the physical pressure on my optic nerves. I’d never felt so out of control and psychotic.
The car was completely silent. I wasn’t even aware that Atom had pulled out of the lot and was driving. He’d been quiet for the past hour. “I’m fucked up guys. I need to find a field and pull over; stretch out and let this wear off…”
Todd, who’d been grinning the entire time from ear to ear, broke his silence.
“Come on guys – you don’t like being dusted?”
AT that, Dave and I both snatched up on hapless Todd who seemed genuinely confused by our response. There was a bit of chocking and knuckles in ribs until Atom freaked out.
“Atom…” I said “You’re only going 10 miles an hour and you’re headed toward town; not Hickory…” Atom slowly began to realize where he was at…
“Fucking Todd Parsons!”
Posted on November 10, 2009 by Dave
TIMEBOMB, ONE UP SKATESHOP, 720 RECORDS, SOUL TO SOLE and BLAST present: THE BIG GIVE BACK November 27th 10 pm til 2:30 am at The Shadow Lounge 5972 BAUM BLVD PGH, PA with DJ BOOGIE BLIND DJ HANK D DJ...
TIMEBOMB, ONE UP SKATESHOP, 720 RECORDS, SOUL TO SOLE and BLAST present:
THE BIG GIVE BACK
10 pm til 2:30 am
The Shadow Lounge
5972 BAUM BLVD
DJ BOOGIE BLIND
DJ HANK D
HOSTED BY KNOWLEDGE
18 TO ENTER 21 TO DRINK
PROCEEDS BENEFIT LEUKEMIA & LYMPHOMA SOCIETY
TIMEBOMB, ONE UP SKATE SHOP, SOUL TO SOLE AND 720 RECORDS
Posted on November 6, 2009 by Dave
A few weeks ago Tyrell from Slammed BMX hit me up and asked if I could do a photo shoot for the magazine. Of course I said yes. So, I called my friend Natalie and set a shoot up. KT...
A few weeks ago Tyrell from Slammed BMX hit me up and asked if I could do a photo shoot for the magazine. Of course I said yes. So, I called my friend Natalie and set a shoot up. KT and Brick from Timebomb were kind enough to dress Natalie’s cute little ass and let us use the Crooks and Castles/SE split. I can’t show you photos we are using for the article but, I am gonna drop an out take on you. Enjoy!
Posted on October 19, 2009 by Dave
Last Saturday we took some time to honor one of the greatest and most influential DJ’s of all time…. Grand Master Roc Raida and do something to benefit his family. The second I walked in the door at the Shadow...
Last Saturday we took some time to honor one of the greatest and most influential DJ’s of all time…. Grand Master Roc Raida and do something to benefit his family.
The second I walked in the door at the Shadow Lounge I knew that something about this night was going to be special. It was 10:30 and the place was already starting to fill up and become the sweat box the makes for a great party. I wandered around and quickly found Joe Boots and Uncle Arlo in the crowd watching the break dance circle that had opened up in the center of the room. It was getting hotter I needed to lose my jacket. I wandered over to the Timebomb Crew Booth that was stuffed in the back corner of the already cramped venue. It was going to be impossible to move in the bar tonight, I hate the crowd at this point and it is still early. I remember that there is a second bar that I can get to in the back. Its empty and there’s a place to sit. This is the perfect place to chill for a little while complete access to outside to smoke and the temperature is far more tolerable. I post up on a couch for a while. There are horror movies playing on a screen about the bar this is dope. Arlo grabs me an energy drink from the bar, I need to wake up hopefully it will help.
Some time and a few cigarettes later I make the decision to walk into the main room again. The break dancing circle has been broken up by a even larger crowd of people milling around and dancing. Its even hotter in here now. BZE is performing tonight and is just about to go on. I follow him and Brick from Timebomb through the crowd and up onto the stage to join Hank D, Knowledge and DJ Selecta. Once I am on the stage I look towards the back of the venue I have been there a hundred times before and I swear I have never seen it this packed and I could have never predicted how amazing the night would turn out to be. While I am waiting for BZE to go on Neil from CJ3 Productions hops on stage with his video camera. It’s even hotter on the stage and there is a video projector pumping heat and light directly onto us. The banks of lights don’t help either. Its going to be a great show.
BZE took the stage and rocked it the crowd’s fists pumping in the air the place went wild and that was just the beginning. The crowd parts at my side again and Z-Trip who was in town DJing an event with Shepard Fairey at the Warhol earlier in the day walks on stage followed by Rob Swift. I don’t think I actually knew how special the night was going to be at this point but, I did realize I was going to be pinned down like a war correspondent underneath the projector for the rest of the night.
Rob Swift brought the house down with one of, if not the sickest turntablism set I have seen. Punctuated with a complete history lesson about the life and influence of Roc Raida. Rob put down a solid hour of brilliance. Jaws dropped in the crowd and in the group of people the had congregated to the side of the dj booth on the stage.
Mid-set I text Arlo. I need a drink. If he can get it here for me he is going to have the best seats in the house. He wades through the crowd two beers in hand I can see him coming. The crowd more or less spits him onto the stage there is no going back. Welcome to stage left. For the next two and a half hours Rob Swift pays tribute to his fallen comrade in the most proper way possible. He speaks with his hands in a frenzy of body tricks and scratching that boggled the mind and then as a fitting finale to the celebration of DJ’s life spun a dance party that coulda went until morning.
BZE Killin It.
“That is the definition of Turn Tablism.” – Z-Trip. Rob Swift on the decks.
These fists were pumping all night long.
Uncle Arlo and Z-Trip
Z-Trip and Myself.
Limited Edition Classica Material Roc Raida Tribute Shirts all Proceeds benefit Roc Raida’s Family Available at TIMEBOMB SPOT
Posted on August 21, 2009 by Dave
I got an unexpected phone call on Monday. It was from MMA Fighter Mark Miller. After the brief but, essential how do you do’s Mark told me he was in town for a few days and that Tuesday would be...
I got an unexpected phone call on Monday. It was from MMA Fighter Mark Miller. After the brief but, essential how do you do’s Mark told me he was in town for a few days and that Tuesday would be a great day for us to meet up and hang out. I checked my schedule its totally fucked as usual and agreed immediately.
“Where ya wanna meet?” I say hoping it would fit in without me canceling anything.
“Tuesday at Peticca’s I’ll be there a little before five.”
“Sure. I’ll see you there.”
Shit. My brain is trying to figure out how I can get out of the first half of this appointment I have at 6. Peticca’s also known as Vegastar Gallery is about 45 minutes away. I gotta go there anyways to drop of clothes. How can I make this happen?
A few phone calls later and I’m golden. I bought some time with my appointment and tomorrow I am going to Greensburg (GBG) but, I have to be back in Pittsburgh before 8.
The drive to GBG is generally a quick process shoot up 376 to the PA Turnpike run that shit like three maybe four exits get off at New Stanton and you’re pretty much there. Just a couple more turns on some local roads after that.
Not today. I leave at 3:30 hoping I can beat rush hour out of the city… Not Happening. Traffic.. At least its moving. I push through the lanes of sheep trying to herd them outta my way. Finally I plow through the last bit of traffic at the Squirrel Hill Tunnel and I am home free the turnpike is a couple miles ahead.
After the quick jaunt on the turnpike and a few quick maneuvers in GBG I illegally park and grab the box of clothes and my camera and head inside.
Jim is in the back tattooing Willis is out front taking care of the desk work and downloading god knows what on the computer. Mark isn’t there yet. I look at my watch. Damn traffic and all and i am still early.
I catch up with Jim while he finishes the tattoo he is working on. Mark comes in shortly afterward.
We chat for a while. Mark is gonna be on L.A. Inked they are filming Wednesday or Thursday in L.A. I thought my schedule was crazy. We talk about L.A. I ask Mark how training is going (good) and him and Jim catch up on some news about their old friends. I look at my watch. 5:45 I gotta get going if I am gonna make this next appointment. I suggest we shoot a couple photos before Jim gets started on Mark’s tattoo and I roll.
The thing about hanging out with an MMA Fighter is that any time the camera comes out so does a choke hold. Jim is the unwilling victim. We shoot some flicks.
I say my goodbyes and I am off. I fight through some more traffic on the way back. Get home change and am off to my next appointment. Success!
This is way more uncomfortable than it looks. Mark with a little impromptu training with Jim.
When you don’t know what to do with your hands, point at the guy next to you. Me, Jim, Mark and a whole bunch of finger pointing..
Posted on August 20, 2009 by Dave
A few of you might remember the Square One BMX shop on East Carson Street in Pittsburgh, PA. Well times changed for them and they decided to close the store and focus on the screen printing aspect of their business. ...
A few of you might remember the Square One BMX shop on East Carson Street in Pittsburgh, PA. Well times changed for them and they decided to close the store and focus on the screen printing aspect of their business. It was a sad day in BMX.
My good friend Shane South Park Cycles has had his eye on that location for a while now. After a bunch of negotiation and countless sleepless nights Shane has brought the location back to life as ROUND TWO BMX. Round 2 is a full service BMX shop everything you need and want in one location. He has expanded the shop to include a huge showroom of bicycles and a really dope chill spot as well as carrying soft goods and everything you need to keep your bike up to snuff and your ass clothed from top to bottom. Oh and he hates to have his picture taken so don’t even bother trying.
Literally day one. No grand opening just plain old hard work. I stood there for an hour and must of seen 20 people plus come in and outta the door not bad for no advertising.
The backroom… Notice the chill spot in the back left corner and the service area to the right and a stock of bikes that rivals most mailorder shops.
Seriously I tried for a better picture but, he fought me the whole time. Shane doing what he does best. Taking care of BMX.
Stop in and check out their new digs and buy a BLAST shirt while you are there.
ROUND TWO BMX
2124 East Carson St.
website coming soon:
Posted on June 11, 2009 by Dave
I have been racing cars for as long as I have had a driver license. To be completely honest I probably should have had a license for some period in my late teens and early twenties and somehow I still...
I have been racing cars for as long as I have had a driver license. To be completely honest I probably should have had a license for some period in my late teens and early twenties and somehow I still have one now. Either way the little beauty below is BLAST’s Gymkhana Car. (Simply put gymkhana is derived from an India word that was used to describe a type of horse racing through barrels and obstacles but, with the emphasis on style first and time second.) Without getting into too many specs the car is a 1995 Nissan 200sx SE-R, Seam welded with an almost fully adjustable suspension. We are still in the process of shaking it down and tuning it in so look for action photos and video this summer.
(editor note: We are well aware that gymkhana cars in general are rear wheel drive or all wheel drive cars but, saying we built this to terrorize hill billies and cheat death on country back roads doesn’t sound as good)
Posted on April 1, 2009 by David
Posted on March 25, 2009 by David
Posted on March 16, 2009 by David
Normally I would have some sort of ridiculous post about how much fun St. Patrick’s Day was etc. Instead I want to talk about the coolest new businesses to hit the streets in Pittsburgh. Bobby Buckets, Rusty and I took...
Normally I would have some sort of ridiculous post about how much fun St. Patrick’s Day was etc. Instead I want to talk about the coolest new businesses to hit the streets in Pittsburgh.
Bobby Buckets, Rusty and I took a walk into the chaos that was/is Carson St. in Pittsburgh’s South Side on St. Patrick’s Day. More or less it is a war zone of drunken fools, party people, and locals ducking for cover. We wandered around for a couple of hours trying to get a good view of the debauchery and were way too lazy to walk back to the house. After a few failed attempts to get a ride from friends of ours that were going in the opposite direction we needed to go we happened upon a dude on a bike with three person backseat and a driver. Perfect! We all fit. After a brief negotiation with the driver/rider??? A ten dollar fee was agreed on and we hopped in.
As we were pedaled off Rusty sparked some conversation with driver. The company is called Green Gears Pedicab. The company’s big launch was actually during the St. Patrick’s Day Parade earlier on that day. The whole thing is a really great idea. Instead of taking a cab from one place to another when it is a short and hopefully for the driver flat distance you hop in for a few bucks they will pedal you to where ever you need to go. Such a sweet deal.
The cool thing is that although this form of transportation isn’t very popular in the U.S. the rest of the world has been traveling short distances like this forever. It is super convient, green enough for all of you hybrid drivers and it you can get where you need to go pretty quickly.
Bobby Buckets bicycle pimpin’
Screw horsepower this thing has man power.
Bobby had that much fun getting pedaled around.
Posted on March 10, 2009 by David
I just got into the office from the photo shoot I was on (We shot in some cool locations I can’t wait for people to see them.) and check my email and Frankie from Faded sent the Ascend the Fall...
I just got into the office from the photo shoot I was on (We shot in some cool locations I can’t wait for people to see them.) and check my email and Frankie from Faded sent the Ascend the Fall Flyer over.
MARCH 26th is their CD Release Party and we will be there. Come check out the bands and have a drink with us. We will have a merch booth and the new spring stuff will be with us too.
Posted on March 6, 2009 by David
DJ McFly brings you a mix tape for all you spring breakers….. Listen Here: Download Here: http://www.divshare.com/download/launch/6711980-2d5 ....
DJ McFly brings you a mix tape for all you spring breakers…..
Posted on March 5, 2009 by David
Posted on March 3, 2009 by David
Due to ship on March 16th the first part of BLASt’s two part spring collection. The first delivery features four new shirts. Headsplitter, Lets Start a War, Razorsharp and Colors. All four shirts will be available in the BLASt store...
Due to ship on March 16th the first part of BLASt’s two part spring collection. The first delivery features four new shirts. Headsplitter, Lets Start a War, Razorsharp and Colors.
All four shirts will be available in the BLASt store (115 Oakland Ave. Pittsburgh, PA) and online line at www.blastfome.com March 16th and should be available at retailers within that week for an MSRP $30.00US
HEADSPLITTER A.K.A. the GOON.
LET”S START A WAR
RAZOR SHARP. Silver foil and Red print.