The brand of irreverence I’ve come to identify with the upstate New York band now known as Self Defense Family is not something typically found in the genre of music in which they exist. In many ways, they could be up their own asses about self righteousness, instilling rules on their listeners, and all of the other bullshit that comes with listening to emotionally tinged modern day hardcore music.
Instead, they laugh at themselves, they position themselves as politically incorrect and they generally don’t give two fucks about anything that anybody says about them. They could’ve sorely been used in 1995, when backdoor rules and conjecture on the pages of zines with circulation rates of 50 mattered, but it’s more a wonder that they exude their brand of no fucks given in a time when everyone has the voice to give a fuck. Continue reading
April 26, 2012 was a rough day. The day before, I had to make the difficult decision to relieve my cat Goose of his misery. I’ve been through this story and I don’t wish to revisit it right now. The following day, I boarded a plane for Shanghai, China and tried in vain to put the previous month’s hardships behind me. That meant riding the streets of Shanghai with some friends, eventually ending up at the SMP Skatepark on the outskirts of town. Continue reading
I am going to tell you a story about last Monday: I just moved into a new house a few days prior, and my new landlord had a building inspector come in to the place while I was at work. She locked the doors on her way out but forgot to leave me the new keys when I arrived home last Monday night. I knocked on her door, she answered but seemed very ill, too weak to stand but still trying to help me find the right keys. None of the keys worked, so I climbed into new house via a window into the living room, plunging headfirst to the floor. When I got up, I unlocked the front door, walked back to my landlord and helped her get to bed. I asked if she was okay and if she needed a doctor, she said no. I let her know that she could call me if she needed anything, and got on with the night. Continue reading
I hate to even use the phrase “things are different now,” but it seems to arise often for people in my age range, people that were born pre-Internet, discovered their interests through tangible physical pursuits, and weren’t distracted by Snapchats, texts, Instagrams, Facebook and Twitter.
It was different, I just don’t want to be the old man scoffing in the corner about how things and how they might not always be for the better. For that reason, I will consider myself the middle age man doing pretty much the same thing. Continue reading
Earlier this week, I rediscovered David Bazan, Pedro The Lion, and his all-encompassing catalog of music through the Going Off Track podcast Bazan did a little over a year ago. (Actually, Going Off Track and the kinda awesome catalog of podcasts they’ve banged out in the past year or so deserves another altogether separate post: go there now though and start with Ray Cappo.) Continue reading
“DQYDJ 2″ Random, Gollup, Random 2 from Animal Bikes on Vimeo.
The one trick I have in this section, right around the 2:10 mark, took about three hours to do. I’ve never done it since and have no aspirations to. Thankfully, Bob Scerbo was patient enough with me to keep pointing the camera at me on that one fateful day in 2007. I think I went to Dallas the day after, and all I remember from my weekend in Texas was being sore. It’s emo to say but I still think it was worth it for that 6-8 seconds I managed to get my shit together on a stair set in front of a post office in downtown Jersey City.
Haro’s The Rise of Freestyle book by Dom Phipps – Book Launch Party at The Bicycle Source in Anaheim, CA 5.30.13 from Haro Bikes on Vimeo.
That time I went to a party hosted by Haro, and basically said that I kept breaking their bikes as a teenager for the video shot on site. I think it’s at around the 4-minute mark.
I don’t get to write too much anymore with my current position, unless it’s answering emails or leaving snarky post-it notes in the kitchen. But this week, I made time to write a preview feature for espn.com on BMX Big Air rider Zack Warden. I don’t really remember when or how I met Zack. I remember traveling to Woodward more than a few years ago during the winter and drinking beers with him, so I’ll say it had to be somewhere around that time. Anyway, Zack is the real deal, and he was kind enough to talk to me and let me tell his story for ESPN. So here it is: Zack Warden feature.
*Video Exclusive to the Internet from briantunney on Vimeo.
This was filmed just over two years ago at my old riding spot in Jersey City, N.J. I don’t remember exactly why Dane Beardsley was in town, but I do remember us taking a day to traverse Manhattan, from the bottom to the top and then back again. He also was kind enough to film the two things above. I know I’ve pined for a return to that riding spot before, so I won’t again, but damn I do miss everything about it, even the wind and the helicopters.