A Hood No More…

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A few months ago, journalist Abigail Geiger reached out to me about a story she was writing for the York Daily Record on the Plywood Hoods. I was unable to speak with her by phone about the Hoods (it was a hectic day) but she e-mailed over some questions that I rattled on too long about. The Plywood Hoods and Dorkin’ videos remain my bible to this day, and I am always honored to even just speak about them. Once, I even got a clip in a Dorkin’ video (“Balancing Act”) and really, if I’m being honest here, I probably could’ve given up bike riding when that video came out and told everyone that I had achieved everything I had ever wanted to as far as getting noticed in BMX went. They are that important to my roots as a lifelong BMX rider and the reason I can recite by memory Rob Base’s “It Takes Two.” They also remain my go-to example of a Malcom Gladwell-ian combination of the right people in the right time, excelling at flatland while also progressing in avenues that allowed them to self-publicize their exploits in media, from video to photos to writing. They were the perfect mashup of misfits that bordered on genius. I can shut up now: This is the full Q&A that didn’t make it into the original article, published for 5-10 people here on the advice of Bob Scerbo. Continue reading A Hood No More…

Creation, Sustenance, Destruction: 108 lives on

Vic Dicara’s guitar playing was a marginal character in my life for a few months when I was 16, mainly because I was an unfortunate fan of the East Coast based Krishnacore band Shelter. Dicara spent a few months in an early incarnation of Shelter, and at the time, I saw them at least a half dozen times. I don’t even remember too much about the playing of the music, but I vividly remember the conflict that a Krishna-fronted band presented for the youth, the parents and everyone in between that dared to question authority and rallied against the establishment. It spilled out into the parking lots of shows and bled onto every fanzine of the time. It pushed my father to ask me, “You’re not joining a cult, are you?” Continue reading Creation, Sustenance, Destruction: 108 lives on