Vert brigade, jacked germs, and Florida folklore.
Vert brigade, jacked germs, and Florida folklore.
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a chromeball excerpt with mike frazier

Sean Cliver

a chromeball excerpt with mike frazier

I remember appearing on what was basically the German version of Good Morning, America back in the ’90s with Tony [Hawk]. The most watched morning talk show in Germany. They invited Tony and I to come on and skate this ramp that they’d built in a park. We were supposed to shoot it all the next morning, and in our heads, we thought that we’d be able to get there early and skate the ramp a little bit first before the show. No, we get there that morning and they’re like, “No, you can’t skate the ramp because it’s the backdrop of our set.”

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all roads lead to florida

Sean Cliver

all roads lead to florida

A funny thing, history. To those who experienced the past, going back to a specific point in time can be a heady rush of memories not too dissimilar from mainlining heroin and sinking into a warm, fuzzy fog of nostalgia. To those who did not, these crusty reflections of yore can oftentimes be nothing short of an insufferable bore, because it is incumbent upon the young to punch that in the face which is fucking old. Unless, that is, you happen to be like Nick and I. Apparently the two of us were both born out of sync with own generations and share the peculiar compulsion to get down and dirty with the historical roots of our obsessions. Look, we just want to know how the past influenced the present, okay? Anyway, all of this brings us to… Florida. Well, I'm not sure any of that really did, but here we are now nonetheless.

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a tale of two flyers

Sean Cliver

a tale of two flyers

Not so much a grandiose tale in the epic Dickensian sense, but rather a quick heads up that a lot of our heads will all be in Tampa this April for the highly anticipated annual Tampa Pro Vert & Street contests being held at SPoT, April 4–7. As you know, every year they tap a new artist to decorate the course and all the propaganda that surrounds the Pro and Am events, and the offer ended up on my desk for 2024—an honor, to say the least, because I've always had a soft spot for the hardcore nature of Brian Schaefer's SPoT empire.

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author! author!

Sean Cliver

author! author!

Hmm. Not sure why I stopped at two author exclamations for this particular post title, because there are, as y'all should know by now, a total of four found under our reading rainbow from last year. So: Author! Author! And, now that I've come mathematically correct in this literary sense, I'd like to pointlessly ponder, "Why on god's greenish earth didn't I write a post about this series when it mattered?" With regard to the original release, I mean, because the sentiment itself—the reading of books—is a timeless necessity to being a functional human engaged in the day to day struggle of life. Or at least it once was, I suppose, considering the last several years have seen a bizarre anti-cultural movement seemingly hellbent on the decline of western civilization. How so? Through a belligerent denial of science, facts, history, and maybe even the very concept of reality itself. Why so? Fuck if the fuck I know. Never would've ever expected to see such a willful and giddy regression to the dark ages of ignorance and a song-and-dance two-step away from the next Grand Inquisition, but here we all are, fazed and bemused on the farcical edge of some fanatical dimwit's flat earth crusade.

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rock it for kevin

Sean Cliver

rock it for kevin

It was “Rockit” first. I’d heard of Herbie Hancock, but never listened to his music before I saw the 1983 video for his electro-pop animatronic mannequin bomb. Mostly a visual introduction, MTV was a certain kind of boring and repetitive, so both Hancock’s melodies and the visuals stood out from the pack for this little punker. I was like, “Oh! This is Herbie?”

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