Forever 90's

           It's weird the amount of stuff I've been doing lately that takes me back to that time when I was a young teen. Not only did I go see the Dead Milkmen this week, I've got a Black Flag show coming up later this month. I never got to see Black Flag in their first incarnation, and since Henry isn't singing, well...It's really more about seeing one of my first guitar heroes in action. Ginn is like my 13 year old inner punks idea of Jimmy Hendrix.

         I keep promising myself I'll stay young and get out and skate more this summer. So far that's been difficult. I go at least 2-3 times a week, but with work, family, band duties and so forth the time I get to spend on board is getting shorter and shorter. But that's ok I guess. I certainly appreciate it more.

Dead Milkmen in St. Louis June 2013

         Alex reminded me the other day when I was telling him about going to see the Dead Milkmen that the last time he listened to them were at our friend Mike's. He lived up the street and was basically my best skate friend from 12 years old until I split and he split town around 18 or so. We built these two shitty quarterpipes in his garage to skate during the cold or rainy Missouri days. We had this Jambox out there where we played music constantly. Mike and I were on the same page music wise, and time's back then weren't so close minded. We'd listen to DRI, then Dead Milkmen, DK, then something weird like 10,000 maniacs. Yeah, I walked the thinnest line.