I logged into the comment approval window only to find this link. Made me happier than any other skate-related clip in recent weeks. Still shredding.
…and in case you missed it. (Yes, everyone knows the song is awful.)
Recent Happenings in the World of Footage
July 22nd, 2009 | 2:30 am | Daily News | 13 Comments
Quartersnacks Summer ’09 – The Ignorant Edit
This is essentially the same batch of tricks as the Michael Jackson tribute clip from several weeks ago, but an overwhelming amount of the “responsible” people I know denounced it as “racist” and “ignorant,” so it underwent some re-editing to pay tribute to the king of pop. Meanwhile, all the degenerates I know who spend their paychecks and/or other assets in Atlantic City deemed it “the best clip in years.” So here’s an off-shoot post in honor of their irresponsibility. I am also predicting an impending trend of editing to Gucci Mane in light of his recent skyrocketing in popularity with white people who found out about rap during their first year of college and deem it a necessary facet of their ironic persona, so if I’m correct, an overwhelming amount of Gucci Mane songs are bound to make their way into skate clip edits pretty soon a la the caucasian Dipset craze of 2005 and 2006. Which brings me to my next point…
“Me, Christina, and Gucci Mane, would do a threesome.”
Now I am sure that these girls have a greater degree of sincerity in their admiration of Radric Davis than the people who had the entire Belle and Sebastian discography memorized before they even knew who Jay-Z was, but this is the sort of thing that will inevitably propel his beyond brilliant musings into a category of material used by kids from the Hamptons to start companies specializing in ampersand tees and re-workings of the Ramones logo in accordance with what’s ironic for that given month.
Nolan Lee’s New Batch of Footage (Stolen from 48 Blocks)
Nolan Lee is the truth, if you disagree, you’re an asshole. Even though it’s a bit disheartening that a spot that’s been skated since the mid-90s needs to appear in two new videos before it becomes trendy enough for people to skate it, resulting in a demo at the Courthouse every weekend, in addition to some casualties, the ender in this clip is a display of heart to the fullest extent possible. Between the fall, and the fact that the actual landing looks like it was filmed on either a digi-photo cam or a handycam when the battery on the regular camera ran out (I could be wrong though), it’s one of the sickest tricks done this past year. The rest, especially the intro and the front 180 nosegrind over the Rector Street gap-to-bench, is great as well. Remember, “Greenhouse on Monday, The Ave on Tuesday, Marquee on Wednesday and Thursday, Greenhouse on Friday, Marquee on Saturday, and The Griffin on Sunday.”
Jimmy Marketti’s Spring 2006 Edit
Rob Campbell footage. I’m not mad at it.
Shawn Manson Powers
Word on Queens Boulevard is that a new Flipmode project is in the works, with an abridged cast to account for the fact that bits of the squad fell off after discovering cocaine. This clip is presumably a throwaway batch of footage, which is essentially three minutes of banching down hills and through the streets, and one of the better attempts at “skating spots that aren’t really spots” to be put out in recent history. The ollie into the bump to hill in Dumbo looks like a cat whisker thin evasion of death.
Stimulus Skateboards Summer 2009 Promo
I forgot that Stimulus was still around, but they are still alive and shredding through the best state in the union.
Quote of the Week:
Matthew Mooney: “I want to get a house in Central California.”
Inquisitive Gentleman: “Ok, well, what the hell are you going to do for work in Central California?”
Matthew Mooney: “I don’t know, horses and shit. Raise alligators. You know, exotic pets. And strawberries.“
Filed Under: Daily News | Tags: Footage Round-Up, Gucci Mane, Matthew Mooney, Nolan Lee, Quote of the Week, Shawn Powers, The QS Rap Desk
Progression of New York culture over the past 51 years
July 20th, 2009 | 3:58 am | Daily News | 11 Comments
1958: A Great Day in Harlem
2009: A Bad Day in the L.E.S.
My how things have changed over the years.
Happy Birthday to the King
July 12th, 2009 | 4:54 pm | Daily News | 20 Comments
We here on Quartersnacks tend to speak in superlatives a lot. In the past, Black Dave, Benjamin Nazario, Mike Caroll, Gino, Josh Kalis, and Watermelon Alex have all been referred to as “the greatest skateboarder of all time” on this site at some point or other. But here, I am choosing my words very carefully in saying that Ryan Hickey, is in fact, the world’s greatest skateboarder, and will remain to be long after skateboarding dies from the cultural landscape and is misunderstood by archeologists down the line as some primitive device intended for moving furniture.
Rest assured, if Ryan Hickey was around in the 8th century, B.C., Homer would’ve been a mere intern in the literary world, leaving Ryan and his tales of finding gay couples having sex on his roof at 5 a.m. in the morning and Harold Hunter making sexual passes at Denny’s waitresses would have elevated the world’s understanding of the human mind.
So, until there is another skateboarder with a pro board on three or four companies without a real video part due to the fact that no camera could ever do the man justice, happy birthday to the greatest skateboarder the world will ever see.
Quote of the Week: “Yo, back in the day, these niggas skating these spots in Bed-Stuy and the Bronx would’ve got shot, we used to go there and hear bullets whizzing past our heads.”
“This nigga called me in the middle of the night, hysterical and crying, saying that he fucked up, and I’m like, ‘Shit, he killed somebody.’ Then he tells me he hit a parked car.” – Ryan Hickey
“Yo, you know what? That’s the lifestyle he chose.”
July 1st, 2009 | 12:33 pm | Features & Interviews | 26 Comments
People change. It is a pretty standard fact of life. Whether it is you, and your gradual shift in music tastes, as you discover the artistic merits of Morrisey and the ignorance that accompanies records focused on being shot nine times, or your high school sweetheart coming back a lesbian after her first semester of college — our lives are peppered with moments of dissonance that call for reevaluations, both small and large, of those who we call friends.
One day, I started to notice that my friend Michael Gigliotti was starting to change. He wasn’t growing breasts or going bald, but there was something different about him.
I first met Michael in the back of Union Square. Several friends and I had played him in a game of skate, and he inevitably won in a shut out since he was in fact from Santa Monica, and thus grew up skating the Hollywood High School 16 stair, while me and my friends grew up skating the Seaport and Red Benches, so frankly, it was a really unfair game.
From that point on, we were really good friends. We would see obscure, black and white, Scandanavian films in revival houses together, get later’d at the Fish, write poetry in our blood on yellow looseleaf sheets of paper and subsequently paperclip them to unsuspecting girl’s scrunchies, and occasionally skateboard when the New York City Board of Fashionability deemed it fashionable (typically, this happened three times a year between 2005-2007 and has happened once a year since 2008).
But slowly, Mike decided to lose interest in skateboarding. He’d show up to our favorite ledge wearing maroon eyeliner. Oftentimes, he’d wear platform shoes with weird inscriptions carved into the sole that had cryptic messages about how life was obsolete and how the worthlessness of the human condition was a product of the government and George Bush’s plan for destroying the rain forest so it could be traded to Al Queda in exchange for trendy Arab scarves worn by college students and maybe oil wells. He would still skate sometimes, but usually, he would try tricks like shove-it willy grinds on handrails, and heelflip body varials down double sets in Midtown Manhattan. One day, I tried to learn nollie half cab flips and he told me that I was a “conformist that would lead a life subservient to the government while being wholly complacent with my ignorance to George Bush’s great plan for wiping out New Jersey and deporting every great indie band.” I asked him to clarify, and then he focused my board and I have not seen him since.
Yesterday, I opened up my e-mail and say a message entitled “Long time no see” from an e-mail account that I soon learned was connected to a radical environmentalist group located in desert that is responsible for fundraising so they could campaign a freegan president in the 2012 election, just about a hundred miles outside of Los Angeles in the desert (although some reports say he has been spotted at Cafe Orlin on Saturday mornings.) Attatched to the e-mail, was this clip. A large departure from Michael’s former Westside Connection, Late-90s No Limit and Cramps inspired filmmaking, but I guess he’s changed. Whether its for the best or the worst, you be the judge.
Clip embedded after the jump. Features Miles Marquez, Michael Gigliotti, Alex Olson, Watermelon Alex, some jerk.
Filed Under: Features & Interviews | Tags: Gigliotti vs Vimeo, Goths, Mike Gigliotti, Morrissey, That Place Known as Los Angeles, The Armed Forces
