slackity slacker

life is beautiful.

i haven't been posting because my life has recently been cluttered with patriotism, cookouts, fireworks, s'mores, bonfires, beanbag tossing, horseshoes, fried dough, 2-ball-screwballs, good friends, good food, beach cruises, salt water, pbr, thrift shopping, stoop parties, and everything else that makes me love the summer.

here is a video of my friend jason anderson being the best person ever. see him live if you ever get the chance!


band of the week updated!

i will wait for you and i always will,
bam

i fly like paper, get high like planes

i never got into MIA until like 5 seconds ago and then it all made sense. i did always enjoy her pixies cover. now i'm pissed i'll never see her in concert because she isn't touring any more. i slept.

she seems like such a beautiful human.

matty del and i are going to start working on a new project that is going to be wild in the streets. the project is called russian girls, we're going to make everybody so nervous, it'll be perfect. we already know exactly who we want involved and how brutally epic this is going to be. don't sleep.

this message will self destruct,
bam

ps. i added the rockersNYC blog to the links. it is by far the greatest blog i've ever followed. be sure to check all those links, you might find something you like.

WHAT, NO BIKE?

do you ever feel like you grew up in the wrong era? i am convinced that i should have been around for the 50's and 60's.

i know that if i did, i'd be the james dean type rebel, think shia lebouf in the new indiana jones flick. i think it would have been even cooler if i grew up in london during those days. then i could have been a proper ton-up boy.

ton-up boys, rockers, boy racers, whatever you want to call them were member of this crazy counterculture in 60's england. they would all hang out at greasy spoon cafetarias like the notorious ace cafe, put a song on the jukebox and race around the highway on stripped triumph's, bsa's, norton's, etc.. and try to make it back before the song ended. you were only allowed to rock ton-up status if you hit 100 mph. yes please.

roll the footage...


i'm on the lookout for a bike like that or at least a 70's honda cb750 to build my own cafe racer out of. you should get one too, then we can ride together!

word is bond like glue,
bam

up, up, and away

...on my beautiful balloon.

i used to be petrified of becoming elderly. lets just say i have certain taste for life... that doesn't resemble prune juice. i have no idea what i am going to be like, but i came up with a concrete plan to make my last days on this planet, enjoyable and well... off this planet.

it hit me out of nowhere. i could buy a hot air balloon. i fell in love with the idea insantly. when i retire, i'm going to buy a hot air balloon and fly across the world. fly by day, sleep at night. what better way to live the gypsy life than in a big balloon in the sky?

think about it. has the sight of a hot air balloon ever pissed you off? hell no, it probably put a huge smile on your face and made your day official. i want to be the one spreading that kind of joy. just me, a bird (first mate), and a 30 rack of schlitz.

people think i'm kidding. i'm not.

picture me rolling:


realer than real deal holyfield,
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hope + progress

in case you had any doubt about who i'm voting for in the upcoming election, i thought i'd share this...

now don't get it twisted i'm fully behind him. read his books, listen to what he says. THINK ABOUT IT AND MAKE YOUR OWN DECISION, FORGET WHAT YOUR PARENTS, FRIENDS, OR THE MEDIA TELLS YOU.

i remember a conversation i had with alec from powerspace about how real deal holyfield barack obama is. he told me how he used to walk down the street from his house in chicago to watch obama talk years ago and how much of a genius he truly is. i'm reading the audacity of hope right now and i'm so jealous that i didn't get to experience those speeches first hand.

and as far as that "first black president" bullshit goes. DROP IT. black or white, the dude is human and he wants to save a struggling nation. seriously, wake the fuck up america... i'm saying take a page out of jackie moon's book "everybody love everybody."


if you don't care about any of that, my friends austin gibbs & the states just put a new song on their myspace. it's worth a listen or 7!


U-N-I-T-Y
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meet rickstaaa

to be completely honest, i thought i was going to hate this kid when he first contacted me. i was about to start college at the illustrious Johnson & Wales University in the island of misfit toys that is Providence, and he was one of the first kids to hit me up on facebook to be roommates. although i ended up getting assigned a different roommate i ended up practically living with rickstaaa anyway.

born Enrico Sarducci Brezzol Monsrell Corleone Postiglione and hailing from the prestigious hills of Wayne, New Jersey; Rickstaaa is a true spitfire. words can't describe how random this kid is. whether it be throwing rocks at my dorm window to come outside at 4am to chill while he smokes a cigarette or flying out to Cali to do merch for rocket at bamboozle left.

we spent every night skating the 2' quarter-pipe that him, and his roommate erik built in their dorm room and listening to daft punk, or pre-gaming for the nights inebriated festivities... ahhhh college life.

here are a few fun facts:
-he loves anything put out by ed banger records
-i think he wants to own a hotel... who knows?
-the real chocolate rain happened in the stairwell outside of his dorm
-always down for a dance party or a hardcore game of twister
-he is NOT shaant from cute is what we aim for
-he is NOT spicoli from fast times at ridgemont high
-this is his dad. seriously... look at that moustache.


if you have the chance, get to know this kid. you will never be bored again. ever. i'll leave you with some pictures so you can get a taste of what i'm talking about

ricky and audrey

ricky and his brother doug

ricky at work

ricky stretching before hitting the killer NJ swell

ricky at JUSTICE in boston


rickstaaa is busy keeping the beserker blog alive and mad decent. check it out.



keep it fresh and on the cutting edge,
bam

i run the world from city hall

what started as a fairly average friday night, turned into an amazing experience. i was getting zooted at a party in mission hill when my friend jeff and his friend ryan told me they are leaving to go climb buildings and sleep in an abandoned mental institute. wild. "i'm in."

i apologize in advance for my camera phone pics, but it's all i had and i promise i will post some of jeff and ryan's shots when i get them.

not only was i under-dressed for the occasion (sperry top-siders) but i was still a little crazed from the nights prior activities. after running from a random beezie on the streets of mission hill he hit up some spots around back bay until we found a building across from the common to climb. yes climb. it was around midnight and the weather was perfect.

we walked around a little more afterwards bumping into the wasted lives lived by the boston nightlife. we had a pretty cool conversation about the sad existence of young people working their 9-5's just so they could party on the weekends as if they had no taste for adventure or real excitement. by now i had sobered up and realized i could do more with my life than fall into the trap. i'm cleaning up and getting my body back into shape.

time for taunton. ever hear of lizzie borden? yeah she was commited there. we got there around 3 or 4 in the morning. once we hopped a fence to get in we creeped through a window and made our way to our little camp inside the building where we enjoyed a good nights sleep. there was water dripping from the ceiling that kept me awake for a little bit, it sounded like the goddess bunny and it wasn't the best thing in the world to calm my nerves. i woke up a little before jeff and ryan and found a box of patient records. i scanned through them and read some crazy things like a suicidal grandmother from the 1930's. once everyone was awake we started to explore..




not only am i going to be taking more of these trips, but i'm going to be buying a video camera to document them. i'm so pumped on life right now.

what better way to end the day then hitting the beach and enjoying a concert with all your best friends? chris albert, a rocket to the moon, and feels like july killed it. you missed out. welcome home nick!

bam

YOU CANT FIGHT LOVE

Feels Like July announced our signing with Topshelf Records today. expect HUGE things. i expect to see everyone i know in a 30 mile radius at the braintree show tomorow night with A Rocket To The Moon and Chris Albert. i can't wait to see nick, i went from spending every second with that kid to not seeing him for weeks. nick is probably one of the most talented kids i know and believe me when i say he works so hard for everything he has and doesn't deserve anything less than the best. shit he even made this wild flyer...




i want to thank eric at WeSC for sending me a new pair of headphones. i told him how mine broke on tour and he sent me these bad lawrences..

they have not left my ears once since they arrived on my doorstep. WeSC is still one of, if not my favorite brand going right now. they had a weak last season but are already making up for it.

the mouth of the south (shore),
bam

my friday night...

king of a castle nobody wanted

BLOCKHEAD. i heard this dudes work with aesop and whatnot but albert turned me on to his other stuff last night at a pow-wow of sorts. dude's on some evil genius type shit.




word. i've been in a hip hop funk lately. shit, i'd kill to have a nice set of turntables. i feel like i could be a damn good dj. i go into my own little world when i'm scrolling through an ipod on a blunt ride. i love the vibes. sketchy shit. real.

i've been living off of:



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this is one of my favorites, from a documentary called scratch. this makes me want to dj more than anything... feel this!




that's all for now kids. until next time, california dreamin'!



ps. listen to chris albert!!! come party with us saturday in braintree.

start the take over

this quote by the format has been kicking my ass since i heard it a few weeks ago...

sometimes, when sailors are sailing

they think twice, about where they're anchoring

and i think, i could make better time of my time on land

ill drink less

cause lord knows i could use a warm kiss

instead of a cold goodbye

i'm writing the folks back home to tell them

"hey i'm doing alright"

i'm home from tour, the best experience of my young life... so far. since my homecoming i've been through a small nervous breakdown that i tried to keep to myself. i wasn't as strong as i thought. things are infinitely better now thanks to a few good friends and an interview with jay-boy adams which lead to my re-instated faith in a higher being. i am still a little shaky on the subject, but it is a relief to think about how my life is already planned out and only an insignificant preamble to the afterlife. i'm officially fearless. dont worry, i'm not going to preach.

so now that i'm home, i'm back to working on cars for cash and keeping up with my networking. i would love to be back on the road but sometimes things don't work out the way i hoped they would... soon enough though. i can't wait to be back in a van with best friends waking up in a different state every day. when i'm on tour, i haven't a care in the world.

i'm taking steps to polish up the way i live. more positive, healthier, wealthier, and wise. yeah i got that P.M.A.

i'm attacking new challenges and goals with surgical focus, so it is safe to say; expect big things in the near future. i have been building an extensive and eclectic network of people doing big things over the years and i've been working on projects with a select few that i hope change the way people think.

some of these things include: starting a management agency, building a motorcycle, a sketchy dance/hangout night, a clothing and accessory line, and well.. you'll see if you keep checking back

i promise my posts won't all be long and boring like this one, this is just an intro... testing the water before i'm fed to the sharks.

don't care what they may say, I got that attitude.