BMX Friday

Shit makes me want to go ride, but … I really should go to work.

Deadman

Blackman

Punk’s Dead (sorry, that was too easy)

Michelle found this a while ago in an interior design magazine and it got buried alive on my desk. It almost sounds too absurd to be true – the famous punk venue CBGB’s gets turned into an uber-expensive boutique that sells $1,600 leather jackets - until you think about how shitty the place got under their own control. Either way, Old Hilly’s still rolling in his grave.

While living in New York I only went to CBGB’s twice. Once to see my old college roommate’s band play in the basement (he was a high school football playing nu metal fan before he met me, now he’s into stuff remotely hardcore). We got drunk in their van, and I haven’t seen or talked to him since.

The other time was to see Conflict. We paid $30 because it was a “benefit” show to pay their legal fees fighting eviction (they should have just used the CBGB’s T-shirt fund). I was going to post a few of those pictures (they’re some of my all-time favorite), but I’ll leave them for the next zine.