Lack Hole Sun

I hated “Black Hole Sun” for over twenty years now. I hated it so much that I never ever bothered to turn the radio off or tune to a different channel whenever I had heard it play, which has to be hundreds of times in my life by now.

I know that makes no sense. I know none of this makes sense, but for a time before Soundgarden broke into the mainstream, they were my band, and to a certain degree, my 20-year-old self took “Black Hole Sun” as a betrayal against my allegiance with Soundgarden. Continue reading Lack Hole Sun

Bizarre Tales of The Rust Belt: Flatland Edition

A few weeks, an obscure BMX frame popped up on eBay that grabbed my attention. It wasn’t the “ultra rare” tagline or the CAPS used in that statement — it was the name “Kevin Jones.” Jones, the father, grandfather and godfather of modern BMX flatland riding. Jones invented almost every basic trick position used in modern flatland riding, and to this day, his techniques, styles and positions are the building blocks for everything being done in flatland. His riding and progression was also heavily documented in the “Dorkin’ In York” video series (for over a decade) and because he was not the poster child for a media-friendly BMX rider, he was also this enigmatic character that emerged from York, Pennsylvania and unknowingly carried this mystique with him in BMX circles. Continue reading Bizarre Tales of The Rust Belt: Flatland Edition

I turned 43…

This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but I was bored, it was a Sunday afternoon and I decided to go for it. I turned 43 on April 6 and decided to do 43 tricks that made me feel less 43 and more 13. I don’t know why I decided to include a string.

Special aside here, I used a few seconds of songs from Franklin and ‘Father’s Day’ from Jesu/Sun Kil Moon.

Idiocy Lives Here: Episode 1

Brian starts a vlog, listens to the radio, reads The Skateboard Mag, rides his bike and plays clarinet. You have better things to do than watch this, you know you do.

Special aside here, I used a few seconds of songs from Ink & Dagger here. They still rule.

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Idiocy Lives Here is not meant to be liked, shared, subscribed to or even shared on @Midnight because that wouldn’t totally suck.

J.Robbins: A Return To Channels

Office Of Future Plans @blackcatdc thanks to @shawnscallen

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December, 2011: It was a bleak, very overcast day in late 2011 in Redondo Beach, California. I had just moved across the country from the East Coast and was a bit lost, disconnected from the culture and familiar surroundings I had grown to love. The week I had moved, a few days before Thanksgiving Day of 2011, Washington D.C. label Dischord Records had released a new album from a band called Office of Future Plans. I didn’t know the band’s work — I only knew that it was the latest project of J. Robbins, formerly of Jawbox, Burning Airlines and Channels, all bands I had championed and loved in my late teens, 20s and 30s.

I had found the local train station in Redondo Beach. I was doing manuals on the curbs, and I pressed play on my iPod Shuffle. The first lyrics of the album, (“In the kingdom of the dead/we don’t talk about the weather”) hooked me (see video above). I was new blood in an alien place, listening to music from an artist that had accompanied my life for 20 years, in search of familiarity. J. Robbins and the Office of Future Plans record was unknowingly comforting that cross country transition for me. I needed an old friend on that day. Continue reading J.Robbins: A Return To Channels

New flatland video

Re-adding the BS some bot deleted. Thanks for the nothing…

In January of 2015, I moved to Austin, Texas from Redondo Beach, California and decided that I should eventually get around to filming a new video. My dear friend Stew Johnson volunteered his time and effort and skills, and together, slowly but surely, we amassed enough footage to put together something I was happy with. I then DM’d Patrick Kindlon of Self Defense Family to see if we could make sweet, beautiful love together (I.E. use their song) and he said 100% use it. With help from a clip filmed by Robin Fenlon in Newport Beach, we spent the day after Thanksgiving 2016 sitting in Stew’s office and came up with the following. I owe dear thanks to so many people for pushing me to keep going on this bizarre BMX journey for over 30 years now, and this is dedicated to each and every one of them. Thanks for watching a 42-year-old no one…

Aspen to Denver

The hate/hate affair with Aspen Airport continues. Driving to Denver!

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Aspen Airport

“I’m sorry, it’s 6:18, you need to check your bag 45 minutes before your flight departs, and you’re officially three minutes late Mr. Tunney,” said the ticketing agent.

“I was here, it’s just that the line was very long and that added extra time in line to me actually getting to give you the bag made me later than expected,” I replied.

I looked around, women were crying, a German man was screaming that he needed six hours of his life back, my friends were slowly making their way through security already and I was left wondering what to do in an unarguable situation: Do I mention my status? Do I say pretty please? Can I just get on the next flight in an hour? Will she stop accusing me of being late and scowling at me? Continue reading Aspen to Denver

Furniture has some say in life?


At this point, I don’t know what to do with it.

It’s a piece of bedroom furniture. It’s old, it’s wooden, and it looks like grandparent furniture. The reason I probably think as much is because it was just that. And by the time I first recognized the behemoth of a combined mirror and chest of drawers that takes up one wall, I was a young child and my grandfather and grandmother were living together but enjoying the solitude of their own bedrooms. Continue reading Furniture has some say in life?

Assembled arguments

By the 2012 elections, I was alone, in a desolate apartment in North Redondo Beach, wondering about the news and the election and the debates and the inter-afters of what I would hear on NPR during my brief drives throughout the South Bay. I wasn’t particularly “trying” to be disconnected, it just happened and I went with it and figured Mitt Romney versus Barack Obama in my tiny bubble of California was an afterthought that I would explore when the actual election happened.

My town, the surrounding areas, the local NPR affiliate, everyone seemed more preoccupied with getting the “ensure porn actors wear condoms” law passed. I voted for it, it passed, and then the porn industry started their various Los Angeles loopholes around the law involving Arizona and Vegas (at least that’s what NPR said…) Continue reading Assembled arguments