Saturday, November 29, 2008


well its snowin out tonight....this is the first snow in my area so here are some of my favorite snow captures...

Friday, November 28, 2008


In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run


remember this stuff...So Rad

I feel like this dude about right now

Thursday, November 27, 2008


Ok, so all us enthusiast have known about the recent release and finds of Life magazines pics of late on all our blogs and everywhere else and we have all seen everyones favorite pics but here are mine. The thing that truly has captured me this past few is the Death Wall and when you lay in bed at night and sweat cause your thinkin about it you know its captured you. It gets me pumped like when I daydream about skateboarding when I'm driving down the road lookin at every driveways ditch hipping up and picturing myself launchin everyone w/ a blind sided shifty meloncholy as if it was concrete pyramid. Sometimes I have to pull over and do a few highspeed ollies to keep from havin a anxiety attact. I'm hooked on doin this Death Wall biz. I know its not that crazy and many have done and daily do it but I know its like that first air on some vert trainy. You are terrified and the butterflies are gettin gnar then you slow down all thoughts, your heart beat and vision go into slow-mo and you go for it then in a instant its over before you know it and wasn't shit but the adrenalin shot of a life time. Ok, I'm gettin off the point by my Death Wall obsession here so just look at my Life favs of some ridiculous shit. Its that same damn lion laughing at me doin the death wall.

best thanksgiving directions ever

Step 1: Go buy a turkey. Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey, scotch, or JD. Step 3: Put turkey in the oven. Step 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskey. Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens. Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink. Step 7: Turn oven the on. Step 8: Take 4 whisks of drinky. Step 9: Turk the bastey. Step 10: Whiskey another bottle of get. Step 11: Stick a turkey in the thermometer. Step 12: Glass yourself a pour of whiskey. Step 13: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours. Step 14: Take the oven out of the turkey. Step 15: Take the oven out of the turkey. Step 16: Floor the turkey up off the pick. Step 17: Turk the carvey. Step 18: Get yourself another scottle of botch. Step 19: Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey. dStep 20: Bless the saying, pass and eat out. Happy Thanksgiving To All! and thank you Cyril Huze


"Circa 1965"

"Cinema Cafe Racer" Espresso machine - movie projector - hour glass

"Old Smokey Joe" Baby buggy wheels re-spoked with welding rods

By Mike Connor Via: Metroactive thru New Cafe Racer Society

"With his worked-in overalls and a red net and foam cap reading, "American by Birth, Southern by the Grace of God," Michael Leeds could be a farmer, a mechanic, a redneck, or all three.

But it turns out the hat is just a joke. And after talking to Leeds about his art, I realize that really he's just your average visionary mechanic of the cosmos. His current show at the Felix Kulpa gallery--a culmination of 30 years of work--is a collection of miniature vintage motorcycles that, upon closer inspection, reveal the artifacts that comprise them: Ice cream scoops, omelette pans, golf clubs, training wheels.

It's as if Leeds is really an archeologist from the future, gathering clues about an Americana that is already rusting away into oblivion. He talks about our culture as if it's dead and gone, often referring to us as "they." It makes for oddly unsettling conversation, somehow both complimenting and yet fundamentally contrasting with the comforting retro aesthetic he invokes.

"People ask, 'Where did all this fucking shit come from?'" says Leeds. "I go through life and the parts come to me; I'm like a conjurer."

Each bike is meticulously crafted from pretty much anything Leeds can get his hands on--as long as it's rusted to perfection. The bikes have a beautifully authentic vintage look, exhibiting Leeds' gift for sleight-of-hand and metaphor. Suddenly an omelette pan is a completely convincing set of fenders for a touring road bike. And somehow it becomes perfectly natural to appreciate the classic beauty of said omelette pan in all of its dented, corroded glory.

The bikes are often themed into what Leeds calls "time signatures," meaning that the parts correspond roughly to the era of the particular style of motorcycle. Other themes are more obvious, like the "Cafe Cinema" bike made out of film reels and espresso machine parts, or the "Time Machine" made out of various vintage watches and lenses. But as inherently unique as each piece winds up being, Leeds insists that they all have a strangely sinister quality in common.

"All these pieces, they bear the mark of the machine that made them," says Leeds. "Suppose they exist 2,000 years from now. Archeologists could see the measure of our technological skills through each one of these parts. And they would see something else, also. They'd see style."

Leeds' artistry shines not only in his ability to imitate particular styles of motorcycles with random junk, but also in his tongue-in-cheek use of, say, an actual alligator head standing in for an alligator-skin seat, or the egg beater embedded in the "Town & Country Scrambler."

He's been smitten by motorcycles since he was just a lad, but Leeds attributes his talent for found-art composition to what he calls his "industrial disease"--he's always paid attention to the "flotsam and jetsam of our society," and has even boiled his fascination down to the stuff of myth.

"My passion is fueled by what I call the Promethean Gift," says Leeds. "It's like man sniffed this piece of metal into his brain, and all these metallic things got into his dreams and he started envisioning planes and cars and armor and all these cool things. It's what starts us on this idea, this ability to visualize, to take what we have in the world around us to help manifest our vision, our dream."

Leeds thinks the general cultural fascination with motorcycles is hitting an all-time high, as evidenced by the success of the Guggenheim Museum's "Art of the Motorcycle," which broke all preceding attendance records during its exhibit in 1998. With the help of digital artist Guy Siratt, Leeds is selling autographed digital prints of the bikes instead of selling the bikes themselves, so that the exhibit can travel far and wide in its entirety. Which of course means that you won't be able to take anything home except the print--Leeds' watchful brother and a sturdy steel cable will make sure of that."

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

sorry if i DUPLICATE! the main reason I post these is for my own pleasure to have as my harddrives ever increasingly fillin. This way I have them but its not costin me gigs...

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