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One night campus got completely tagged by anti-war protesters. Photo: Alan Sternberg
-Midnight Skatepark Run
-6th Annual Bands and Ramps Jam
-Interview: Sam Wilson
-The British Invasion
-Photography: Alan Sternberg
-Interview: Joey “Whitesnake” Marks
-Art Submissions: Joel Janiszyn
-Viewpoint: Luke Strieby
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By: Alan Sternberg
By far the best costume, Doyle was in Muncie on Oct. 31st Photo: Alan Sternberg
Brian Knopp’s park, Just Ride (Again), has it’s walls up and hopefully ramps will be started soon. Solutions BMX and Skate shop is the name of the shop that’ll be going in the new park. Justin Hardin and Josh Orr will be running it. Bull Dog Trash Basket Productions put on some shows at the “Parlor of Doom.” Undercover cops shut the place down after about five shows due to minors drinking. Issue #8 of YCKMD should be out soon if not out already. CBGB’s closed down. I can’t believe it but 315 Bowery is no more. Hopefully soon, TB will be sold at the merch tables of some local punk and hxc bands. I’m working on it at least. Nate Strieby will be loading up the box jump and will be doing shows this summer. A good summer tour sounds great right about now. Nothing’s completely set but he’s supposed to be working on details soon.
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Midnight Skatepark Run
by: Alan Sternberg
Alan Sternberg euro table air Photo: Luke Strieby
Ollie’s Skatepark in Florence, KY has an all night skate/ride every other Friday. Luckily, the Friday before my fall break happened to be one of the nights Ollie’s was going to be open. So I woke up Friday and went to school and then to work. Brian and Luke Strieby were supposed to be in town sometime that night and we all (myself plus Nate, Brian, Luke, and Martha Strieby) planned to drive down to Ollie’s and ride all night. I got home from work and seeing my fiancée, and punksonbikes.com staffer, Audra [Beeman] around Midnight. We all packed up and hit the road about 12:30am. A long stop at a gas station delayed us about a half hour. We arrived at the park around 3:00am. Luke and I were the only two up for riding when we got there. Brian and Martha were too tired once we got there to ride and Nate had forgotten his pads and didn’t feel like risking it. After about an hour, Nate decided to steal Brian’s knee pads and ride too. The three of us had a pretty decent session while Brain and Martha slept the session away. At about 6:00am, Nate went out to wake up the two sleepy heads. They both came in and decided they’d ride the last two hours the park was open. I think Brian only rode for about
Issue #4 â€“ Pg. 5 20 min. before getting a flat and giving up on the night. Highlights of the night included Martha jumping the little spox type thing out of the little mini; Luke learning both wall rides and Ruben wall rides on the wedge to wedge; myself learning 360 tables over a hip, pulling my first tailwhip in about five months, and a clean 360 to manual on one of the quarters; Nate fell off a weird wedge thing straight to flat, boosted the wall ride, and pulled a gap to ledge ride to gap into a steep wedge wall as the lights were being turned out. We all left extremely tired and ready to sleep so we thought weâ€™d hit up a local McDonalds to try and wake ourselves up and re-energize. The highlight of this would be the mini-food fight between Brian and I. Brian started by throwing hotcakes at me but I won the battle when I threw a piece of sausage and it made an awesome smack noise on his forehead. The drive back was really long for me and I fought sleep the entire time.
Luke learning wall rides Photo: Alan Sternberg
My truck, containing Luke and I, got separated from the other car but we got home about ten minutes after they did. I went to sleep for a few hours so I could get up and go to the Band and Ramp Jam (also in this issue). A fun but tiring trip, I look forward to the next one.
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6th Annual Band and Ramp Jam by: Alan Sternberg
Punks watching Ingsoc play at BARJ 6 Photo: Alan Sternberg
La Fontaine, IN is home to nothing from what I could see except the Band and Ramp Jam. I arrived late as usual to find about ten to fifteen people skating and riding on the homemade ramp of a punk kid named Joel. As Audra and I started to examine the situation a little more closely, we saw some familiar faces, namely the Displeased, Ingsoc, and Joe Savarino. I quickly jumped on my bike to try and warm up because the wind was blowing like crazy and it couldn’t have been above 40 degrees. Everyone was cold. I’d missed the first band but knew the last two would be good so I was still stoked. I was quickly welcomed by the two event organizers, Joel and Trevor, as Audra stood around one of the fire barrels in an attempt to stay warm. Those of us riding rode for a little while but that pretty much died out when Ingsoc started playing. If you’ve never heard of Ingsoc, check them out. They’re from Warsaw and are definitely not your average punk band. They played a fairly short but good set in the garage in an attempt to shield themselves from the wind. The break in-between Ingsoc and the Displeased was short due to
Issue #4 – pg. 8 everyone freezing. I spent the whole break taking pictures and standing around talking to people around the fire barrel. The Displeased rounded out the day around 5:00pm. Only Sleazy Z and Sly were there but friends filled in. Not the best set I’ve seen them play but there was a good vibe still. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves (minus the cold). I’ll definitely be back again.
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Interview: Sam Wilson
by: Alan Sternberg
TB: First off, what's your name, age, and hometown? Name's Sam, I'm 17 and originally from Bloomington Indiana but Indianapolis has served as good a hometown as Bloomington ever was. TB: Didn't you once play in a band called Dee Dee and the 40's? What happened to that because I really liked them? Yes I did once play guitar for Dee-Dee & The 40's. The band, when first starting out, was just for doing something we enjoyed which was playing music and having fun with it. After a while some members in the group decided to go for a Sam Wilson Photo: yckmd.tripod.com fem-rock kind of sound and message. I played along with it for a while but never looked at the honest truth that fem-rock is just not what I wanted to play and made a mistake of not mentioning it to the rest of the group thus leading to conflict within. They wanted to go one way and I wanted to go another. It was like a brick split in half, and could never be put back together the right way. TB: How long have you been a punker? Well starting at the age of 11 my sister turned me onto rock music and it progressed from there. I use to be a metal head believe it or not. Then about the 6th or 7th grade my old friend Megan turned me onto the Dropkick Murphys which led to hellcat records and eventually more underground punk rock. I started going to local shows at ISC and Bubba's Bowling where I met most of the people I am still friends with today. However lately I have run down the path of a skinhead and find it more appealing to my beliefs and yadda yadda yadda... Punk Rock still runs through my veins, but it almost makes me cringe when someone would call me a punk rocker anymore.
Issue #4 â€“ Pg. 11 TB: In your opinion, what does the punk label mean to you? true Punk Rock means well to the kids who follow, but to the masses that are in it for the fashion or name (we've all strayed at least once) it's just useless. I think Greg Graffin put it best when he said "PUNK IS: the personal expression of uniqueness that comes from the experiences of growing up in touch with our human ability to reason and ask questions. PUNK IS: a movement that serves to refute social attitudes that have been perpetuated through willful ignorance of human nature. PUNK IS: a process of questioning and commitment to understanding that results in self-progress, and through repetition, flowers into social evolution. PUNK IS: a belief that this world is what we make of it, truth comes from our understanding of the way things are, not from the blind adherence to prescriptions about the way things should be. PUNK IS: the constant struggle against fear of social repercussions." (badreligion.com) TB: What is Indy Patches? Indy Patches is a custom screen printing business that I started and still maintain today. TB: Could you tell everyone how Indy Patches came to be and when did you start it? I started Indy Patches in 2004 when my friends began to spend useful money on patches and shirts when they could easily make them themselves, however most were lazy or had a lack of money to do so. I had the supplies and saved cash to invest in equipment so I decided to share my services with my friends. At first I had no intention of starting a business, I just wanted to make some patches and I was earning money doing it. Eventually bands kept asking me if I would make them patches and not realizing what I was getting myself into I said yes. At the time I had not been screen-printing but stenciling and that takes a lot of work when you need to make 100+ patches. My dad, after having seen how determined and into making patches, bought me a $20 screen printing kit (which helped a lot actually). However I have only recently upgraded to professional equipment and can now print up to 4 colors on a single patch or shirt.
Issue #4 â€“ Pg. 12 TB: I know you do all of Indy Patches by yourself, do you ever get overwhelmed with meeting deadlines? Yes, of course I do. That's part of running a successful business, and I certainly don't make enough to hire a person to help. In some ways it makes business easier such as knowing everything about what needs to be done, but it also is bad when you spend an hour cutting out each individual cloth patch. One thing about running a screen-printing business is that people always order at the last minute and make no margin for error postal time and all that crap. For me it's not too bad because I'm the same way with school, I'll put off a 7 page paper for weeks until the day before it's due but I still manage to get it done. If you don't like working under pressure don't start a screen-printing business. TB: What kind of products do you make? I screen-print custom patches, back patches, and shirts. They can have up to four colors on them from a selection of 10 or so different colors. TB: Who have you done business with? I have done business with Counteractive, The Jerkwads, The Two-BitTerribles, Piradical Productions, Highway Magic, The Zydepunks, Chi-Town Girls Roller Derby, and many more. TB: How can people contact you for questions or business? You can go to www.indypatches.com to check out the prices and details. If you're looking for the right screen printer feel free to ask for a quote, just fill out the information on the custom orders page. TB: Anyone you'd like to thank? Everyone who has ordered from me, given any support whatsoever, given me credit for my work, suggested me to other bands, and bought those individual patches from me in the past at shows.
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The British Invasion
By: Joel Janiszyn
To say that Charlie can air quarters pretty well would be an understatement. Photo: Joel Janiszyn
Well, I should start from the beginning as most writers telling a story do. I met Charlie at Woodward camp in the summer of 05. Me and my friend Trevor were working as dish dogs that summer and immediately hit it off with Charlie. He was small kid from Chester, England with shaggy hair and seemed to wear his “little devil ruined my life” t-shirt and six six one knee pads constantly. He was very polite and even mopped the floor for us so we could go eat dinner the first day we met him. We talked to him frequently to hear his accent, but we later began to ride with him regularly and found out he was an amazing rider. It was a treat to watch him ride, (his 720's are still talked about), but we soon parted ways and had nothing but a few pictures and memories of him. The next spring is when I was at school one day and Trevor called me and explain to me that he found Charlie on MySpace. We got in touch again and Charlie explained that he wanted to take a trip back to the states. Instead of landing in Los Angeles or New York City, Charlie said he wanted to fly to Indiana to see us again and to travel around the Midwest. We were slightly puzzled at his choice of travel destination, but excited to see our old camp friend. We set up a date for him to arrive in late April. He said he would be bringing his friend Clayton who has never been to the states before. We then
Issue #4 – Pg. 14 played the waiting game and anxiously counted down the days until Charlie and Clayton would be arriving. The day finally came and after making a few arrangements with Charlie prior to their pickup, we were off to the airport to pick them up. Trevor and I waited at the Indianapolis airport for six to eight hours watching the flight arrivals on the screen. Charlie called and said that they landed in Chicago and would be in Indianapolis in about an hour. Me and Trevor sat at the McDonalds in the airport drinking soda until their plane arrived. We waited at the terminal until we saw Charlie and his friend walking towards us. They actually ended up walking right past us because Trevor and I were dressed in suits for comedic value. We tracked Charlie down and greeted him and his friend. Clayton was a stout and shy kid who everyone seemed to dub as a “gentleman” We picked up their bikes and loaded everything into Trevor’s Explorer and started towards home. We made a pit-stop at Ball State so Trevor’s sister could meet them and then headed towards home yet again. We arrived at my house at around midnight and took their luggage to the room that I gave them to stay in for the time they were here. The Brits (as we called them) were hungry from the flight so Trevor, my girlfriend, and I took them to the nearest Steak ‘n’ Shake to get them dinner. A few phone calls were made and shortly after, half of Steak ‘n’ Shake was filled with friends eager to meet “the kids from England”. They insisted they pay for our dinner and after explaining that they had been awake for 26 hours straight (give or take a few) we took them home so they could get some rest. The next morning my mom made us all pancakes and since the weather was cold and rainy, we decided all we had to do was put their bikes together. Charlie rode a yellow 3-amigos frame with his signature pink tires. He was brakeless and pegless but as we soon found out, could still put most technical riders with brakes and pegs to shame. Clayton had a black trls 250 that couldn’t have weighed more than 15 pounds. The next few days we hung out and introduced them to all of our friends. In England, Mountain Dew is hard to come by so they started their Mountain Dew addiction almost immediately. We planned for a few skatepark trips and stayed at home for the next few days while we waited for the weather to get better. The weather eventually got better and they rode the ramps at my house the entire time Trevor and I were at school. When I came home we all rode together for the first time in over a year. It was good to see Charlie ride again, and he wasn’t wasting any time while he was here.
Issue #4 – Pg. 15 His first day riding here and he was already boosting airs on our quarter higher than anyone ever has. After days of trying to pass the time with bowling or Parcheesi we finally got out of the house to ride some skateparks. The first park we took them to was Kokomo Pipeline in Kokomo. They were shredding from the minute we got out of the car. Charlie and Clayton were training the deep bowls and hips going super fast. We had heard that Clayton was a trails rider and it really showed in his riding style. Charlie did some really clicked turndowns and one footed flatties over a gap and everyone loved it. It was a pretty relaxed session and we ended it with a manual contest down the hill in front of the park. I think Trevor ended up winning but that’s beside the point. We went to White Castle for dinner where their lack of knowledge in American fast-food culture really showed. Clayton didn’t know that White Castle burgers were the size of a silver-dollar and only ordered one for himself. They seemed to get heckled by all of us everywhere we went for either their accents or like I said their lack of knowledge in certain American cultures. I still remember Clayton showing me a handful of change and pointing to a dime and saying “how much is this?” They partied a lot for the next week or so, making friends everywhere they went. As for the riding, we rode the Fairmount public skatepark one night in the dead of night with no lights and surprisingly, Charlie could still ride incredibly well, even in the dark. Our next stop on our skatepark list was Modern of Novi, Michigan located right in the center of a large outdoor mall. The Brits, Trevor, and myself loaded up the Explorer and got on I-69 heading North. This is still one of the most memorable nights of their whole stay. We got into Detroit at the intersection of 12 Mile rd. and some other road I don’t remember when our car decided to die. We were stranded next to a field and with no where else to turn, we called the skatepark for help. A girl named Haley who worked at Modern was nice enough to come meet us and follow us the rest of the way to Modern to make sure our car didn’t die again. We made it to Modern and to our dismay, found out it was a “skate only” session that day (even though the guy I spoke with on the phone earlier that day said bikes were allowed). They were very hospitable though and ordered us pizza and even gave us memberships for all the trouble we had to go through. It started to get late so we decided to try to head back home. Our car didn’t make it out of the parking lot so we knew we were
Issue #4 – Pg. 16 stranded. We walked around the mall in the freezing cold, stopping by random shops so we could warm up. With Hooters being the only restaurant there that we could afford, we ate our dinner there and had to put up with the same, overused question that had plagued them the entire time they had been here, “you talk funny, where are you guys from” by countless waitresses. They heard that question so many times you wouldn’t believe it. It was like they were speaking Japanese. All the stores closed and with no where else to go, we retired to the broken down Explorer in front of Chuck E. Cheeses’. It was the coldest it had been since the Brits got here and ironically, we had to sleep in the freezing cold car. We managed by making make-shift blankets and pillows using whatever we could find in the car, backpacks, pads, helmet foam inserts, and random t-shirts. During one point of the night (or early morning) a police officer knocked on our car window and woke us up. We thought he was going to take us to a nice warm place to stay but instead asked “is Danielle in here”. We replied “no?” and he bid us a goodnight and drove away. Thanks for nothing. Trevor’s girlfriend had to pick us up the next day and take us home. At home for the next few days we rode and did whatever we could to pass the time. Charlie made a few huge 360 transfer attempts on our ramp but came up short every time. It was still crazy to watch though. We coaxed our friend Joe to take the Brits, Trevor, my girlfriend, and I back to modern to ride and pick up the Explorer which had been getting repaired for the past few days. We loaded up Joe’s van and made another attempt at riding Modern. We also hooked up with a friend of a friend who happen to ride by the name of Ryan. This time everything went well and we actually got to ride. This was the first time we ever rode with Ryan and we soon found out that he is an unbelievably good rider. He’s so dialed it hurts. Everyone rode really well. Ryan tailwhipped and fufanu’d everything in sight while Charlie aired quarters to the rafters and did a huge quarter to quarter transfer that made everyone go wild. After the session we went to my girlfriend’s apartment in Ft. Wayne and spent the night. We stayed in Ft. Wayne for a few days and managed to have fun. The Brits seemed to be mesmerized by American television saying “it’s so different than the T.V. at home”. We told stories and were fascinated to find out that Charlie’s mom used to be in the Rod Stewart band and went to parties with Elton John. Weird. My girlfriend and I even took the Brits to the Ft. Wayne Children’s
Issue #4 – Pg. 17 Museum where they ran around playing on everything like little kids. Clayton even got lost in the “crawl through the simulated sewer” maze. Crazy.
Joel, Trevor, and the Brits at Kokomo Pipeline Credit: Meagan Foster
After a few days Trevor took the Brits to DK’s skatepark in Kokomo. I couldn’t join them for this trip for a reason I can’t remember. From what I hear though, it was a good time, especially for the park being so small. Charlie ruled the box jump and Clayton flowed the ramps like they were made out of dirt. At home later on we somehow talked the Brits into getting tattoos. We went to our local tattoo studio that has always been really good to us to get some ink. Charlie got his middle name “liberty” tattooed down his side and Clayton got a tattoo of a sprocket on his arm and two nice piercings in his ears. After countless days of partying, visiting, and hanging out, their stay was getting near the end. For the “banger” of their trip we decided to take a trip down to the infamous Louisville park. We loaded up the newly fixed Explorer and hit the road. We listened to my IPod on shuffle and ended up listening to Johnny Cash over and over again while the Brits wrestled in the back. We booked a hotel right outside Kentucky about 7 minutes away from the skatepark and went into Louisville to do some sight-seeing. We walked around seeing
Issue #4 – Pg. 20 everything there was to see, took pictures with statues at the public park, and was followed around by a strange homeless man. We then go back to the hotel and eat what happened to be 95% of the Brits diet while they were here, pizza. We drove to the skatepark which is right next to Louisville Slugger Field. As soon as we pulled up, the baseball field celebrated a victory by launching countless fireworks into the night sky. Not a bad entrance, eh? But things didn’t go so smooth at first. The moment we pulled our bikes out of the car it started to rain. Well, rain is an understatement, try poured like a monsoon. We sat in our car debating whether or not to just take our lashing and go home, or try to ride the soaking wet park. The Louisville park actually dried up surprisingly fast and in no time we were riding. Clayton really took the spotlight that night while riding. He was going so fast and high and you could do was watch in amazement. I would kill to watch him ride a nice set of trails, especially after seeing how smooth he was at Louisville. I rode the hips almost the whole time we were there and Charlie loved the deep bowls and full-pipe. We rode into the wee hours of the morning until the sun came up. We took a few more runs and went back to the hotel. The Brits shared a bed, Trevor got a bed, and I slept on the floor next to everyone’s bikes and backpacks. Before we knew it, it was time to tell the Brits goodbye. I can’t even count how many people came over just to tell them goodbye. They made so many friends while they were here it was crazy. Anyways, after giving everyone their goodbyes and thank you’s we took them back to the airport. We all seemed to be pretty depressed the whole way there, it was a sad day. We got to the airport and told them our goodbyes. They hugged us and told us to hurry up and visit them in England. After checking in their belongings (including Clayton’s backpack which was stopped because he was smuggling so much Mountain Dew back to England), we said goodbye one last time and they walked down the terminal and boarded their flight. It was an amazing time to say the least. We all had so much fun and everyone who met them seemed to love them. So here’s to you guys. Thanks for all the great riding sessions, all the funny stories, all the dinners you treated us to, and for being so cool with everything. We all can’t wait to see you guys again. Hurry up and get your British asses back over the pond! And as for a closer, I’ll do it in the most British way I can. “Oh bollocks, get on with tha bloody closin’ already! Cheers!”
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Photographer: Alan Sternberg *Editor’s note* This will hopefully be another new feature that will hopefully carry on. It’s intended to showcase local photographers in the local scenes and provide them with an outlet for some of their non-riding or non-music work. The following is some of the pictures I’ve taken over the last semester or so.
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I hope you enjoyed what I’ve been up to. If you’re interested in submitting your photographs, e-mail me at email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org and address the e-mail as photography.
Issue #4 â€“ Pg. 29
by: Chris Castle
BMX is a funny thing for me. Sometimes I get really fed up with it, and I just want to get as far away from it as I can. But, it always seems like the harder I try to push away, the more I back in to it, and the more I want to be on that bike. I went to the skatepark last night for the first time in several months. It was cold, it took a quarter tank of gas to get there, and it cost me ten bucks to do a minimal amount of riding. The funny thing about all that is I can't wait to do it again. Why? It's for the same reason that no matter how annoyed I get with the state of punk and hardcore in this fair state, I end up going to shows and hanging out in bars at least one night a week. No matter how disillusioned I may become, BMX (and music) are simply a part of who I am. I can't give that up any more than I can give up being a suburban white guy. Once upon a time I believed that the main reason I stuck with riding was the relationships I had built because of BMX. I've come to realize over the course of the last few months that those relationships will come and go just like any other. The real reason I've stuck around is because of the riding. It's all that really matters, and I can do it just as well alone, even if sharing it with some friends is great too. So, there it is. As I type these words, I'm staring 2007 in the face, and I'm realizing that I didn't spend anywhere near enough time riding BMX in '06. So, I'm going to rededicate myself to this... To this sport? Lifestyle? Art form? Who knows. I'm just going to spend as much of the next twelve months on my bike as possible. Time to take my own advice - "Just shut up and ride."
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by: Joel Janiszyn
Whitesnake sits in the hospital after an apparent blow to the face. Photo: Whitesnakeâ€™s MySpace
Well, I should start out by saying that I started riding when I was in 5th grade and still continue to ride to this day. I'm graduated from college now so it's easy to assume that I've been riding for quite sometime. I wanted to do an interview with Joey "Whitesnake" Marks because when I first started riding, he was a big influence to me. Every issue of bmx plus I could get my hands on seemed to have him featured somewhere inside. It always seemed to amaze me that some of my favorite riders at the time got their "start" in Fort Wayne. The infamous "Fat House" is legendary to this area and some big names used to reside there. I was pretty mesmerized at the time to think that a large portion of the FBM team and countless others lived so close to me. Anyways, from seeing Joey's Ironhorse and Vans adds in magazines, to watching him ride just a few weeks ago, it is easy to say that he's still kicking ass to this day. He's looked up to around here and I'm glad he gave me the time to do an interview. Ok, enough with the rambling, here's the interview:
Issue #4 – Pg. 31 TB: First things first, Name, Age, and Where are you from? Joey: My name is Joey Marks. I am 26 years old and I'm from Fort Wayne, Indiana. TB: How would you describe the riding scene here where you live? Joey: In the summer it’s awesome because we can ride at many different sets of trails, one being the world famous Ravine. There are lots of good street spots, weather permitting. In the winter, we ride the Oasis skate park, a small little park located in a local church gym. TB: Who's your favorite people to ride with? Joey: My brother Jacob and two little 11 and 16 year old shredders, named CJ and Jordan….and Chris Gerber. TB: I've ridden with your brother a few times and he's really good. What's it like to have a brother who rides? I would imagine you guys inspire each other to ride better? Joey: We have been pushing each other ever since our racing days. Because I moved away to California for four years and rode more dirt jumps, and Jacob lived here and rode more street and skate parks, we developed two different riding styles. Now that I am back home, riding more street and skate parks, I am learning a lot from him. TB: Congrats on the placing at the recent Flow contest. What did you think of the whole comp? Joey: The contest was awesome! We need more amateur comps though. I liked the format and environment, and everything flowed smoothly…not to mention I got third place. TB: Speaking of contests, have you been hitting many? Do you have plans to attend more this upcoming year? Joey: I want to hit up some more local fun stuff, like the Ratty Fest. I went last year, and it was good. TB: I've noticed you've been doing a lot of downside whip stuff, is that relatively new or have you been doing those for a long time? Joey: I have been doing them for about 5 years. It’s my natural way since I’m goofy-footed.
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Whitesnake with a big downsidewhip air at the new Flow Photo: albes.com
Issue #4 – Pg. 33 TB: What bike are you riding now a days? Joey: Right now I’m riding a Metal Dagger that my friend Jimmy gave me. TB: What riders out there inspired you growing up and who inspires you today? Joey: I grew up looking up to Jimmy LeVan, who gave me the name Whitesnake, and Magilla, Mike Tag, Colin Winkleman, and even Steve Crandall’s fat ass. They all used to live up the street at 1201 Fairfield, the Fat House. TB: So when you're not on your bike what do you like to do? Joey: These days, I’ve been working on my buddy’s 64 Belvedere. One of these days I’ll get to my 55 Ford Fairlane. I also play with my big ass dog, Marshall, a 150 lb Great Dane.
Joey doing a downside 3-whip Photo: Joey’s MySpace
TB: Any special plans for riding or otherwise in 2007? Joey: I plan to travel and ride as many different places that I can. TB: Thanks for your time, anyone you would like to thank? Joey: I’d like to thank my girlfriend for typing this because I am a dumb, illiterate idiot who rode the short bus when he was little, and can’t form a complete comprehendible sentence, and Vans for paying my bills for the last ten years. TB: Any last words? Joey: Smoke Crack, Worship Satan.
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by: Nate Strieby
By far my favorite picture of Nathan. Photo: Alan Sternberg
I was thinking the other day about all the events in BMX, and how a lot of them are run, organized, directed, or what-have-you, by riders of “my generation”. Seems like everywhere you look, 30+ guys, or someone real close to 30, are in charge of videos, magazines, contests, companies and all kinds of other stuff. I go to events, and the announcers, judges, guys running the cameras and booths, are all riders I have known for over 10 years, or close to the 20+ I’ve been in BMX. It seems like the same guys that have been involved in BMX from my youth are still involved. BMX is our blood. Now, I know this isn’t completely true, as lots of riders have quit this great sport I do. But there are still quite a few riders that I have known for years riding, and staying involved, and these are the true BMXers. This started me thinking about all the riders, and sometimes friends, that I have seen come and go in BMX. All the events that I saw happen for the first time. I’m just going to ramble here, jumping from time to time, person to person, with some little smidgets of memory, drawn from my ancient mind…
Issue #4 – Pg. 36 Taj. His first contest, first time anyone outside of his circle of friends knew him. Jody Donnelly called my brothers about a dirt contest put on by Scott Towne, editor of BMX Plus. Headed up there, and some kid was there, squirrelly beyond belief, but hucking himself off the dirt lip that was the “jump”. (Which, by the way, was a lip dug out of a bank, with a flat landing… ha). I remember Adam talking about how squirrelly that kid was, and how he was going to kill himself. Who knew that guy would become what he was?? The Second, not the first, Meet the Street contest. Which of course were the first street contest ever held. Ron Wilkerson had this put on at Woodward camp, which of course at that time was a gymnastics and BMX racing camp. Yep, for all you out the snickering about the racers at Woodward now, the only reason there is a Woodward is that the owners son was a BMX racer, and they had the bright idea to have a racing track and camp there. The second time I was there for a National race, Wilkerson had his contest. I remember being in awe seeing this Freestyle rider from the magazines, and then he asked me to help him carry some of the ramps. I helped set up THE very first Ramps at Woodward, and watched the very first US contest that Jay Miron ever rode in, at the tender young age of 16. Of course, you have to remember that I was so in awe of the Freestylers, because those of us such as Adam, Taj, Jimmy Levan, The FBM crew, Donnelly, Fuzzy, and such from the Midwest were ALL racers who dirt jumped and did tricks on street. We didn’t think of it as freestyle. Freestyle was those guys who rode vert ramps, and bowls and such. Speaking of Fuzzy, I remember the first dirt contest. Well, I believe the first might have been a Jam that was held in CA, but there was no entry fee, and they just kinda rewarded people for things like being to the first to jump the Death jump, or hit the big doubles while rolling backwards, and clearing a height pole while still on the bike... that kind of stuff. But the first dirt contest that I can think of anywhere was actually at an IN state race, in Indianapolis. 10 people entered, they paid an entry fee, and prizes were awarded. Adam won. Later that year, the first NBL contest was held at the NBL Grands. Brian Foster, Jody Donnelly, Adam, Joe Doherty, I think Jimmy Levean and such entered. Then the first King of dirt was created at the ABA Grands, and was touted as the first jumping contest… I remember the first contest Colin Winkleman entered. I met him the year before, he was a kid at the races in Columbus with a long pony
Issue #4 – Pg. 37 tail/bowl cut, who was doing grinds. He then entered a jumping contest with my bros, and Levan, and I and some others at a OH state race in Fort Hamilton, OH. I also remember the very first rthym section at trails. At our own trails!!! Before that, trails were just jumps. One jump at the end of a run, out of berm, or other places. Being racers, my bros and I decided to make a “rhythm” section to help out our racing skills. We made 5 large mounds in a row, that you could jump in tandem, or try to manual one then jump two, and such. This led us to make two doubles with no space to pedal in between. Riders from all over the Midwest came to ride this new set up. Later we saw the the infamous Schrader trails had incorporated the same thing, and then the Pittsburgh riders came over, rode our trails, then went home to make the same type of thing by building Push. I remember Chad Kagy as some skinny racer kid at the nationals. And then he started entering the jumping contests. I remember when a “nohander no-footer” was impossible. One of my racer/jumper buddies (who also was one of the first dirt jump contest riders) was bragging that he had done one, and everybody thought he was lying. Many discussions were had about how that would be impossible. Then Wilkerson did a Nothing. Whoah. Of course, in this whole thing, and there are many more firsts that I remember that I can’t think of right now… or don’t want to write about, since I am bored right now, my brothers and I have had a long list of them. From the flip variations to the only 3 brothers to do certain tricks, to putting on the first contest of different sorts to some of the first trail jams to trail innovations to videos, to all sorts of stuff, I am glad I have been there for the time period I was. If I had been on the scene earlier, Such as Greg Hill, or R.L. Osbourne, or any other top Pro or rider from before my time, I would be some old dude at the track riding my tenspeed telling all the kids I used to ramp up those hills back in my day. Instead, I was part of the generation that started our own companies, started videos, put on contests, supported the contests that were there, pushed the envelope of “freestyle”, and kept racing even during the bad times. So now I can go to any park, trails, street session, or track around the country, and ride it with confidence, and nod to the other “old” guys, and laugh silently at the local 13-16 year old who comes up to us, and says “How old are you? That is cool to be still at it when your that old…” heh.
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Joel drew this and it’s awesome
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by: Luke Strieby
This isn’t an easy thing to say for someone for whom racing has been such an integral part of my life for so long, but racing has become lame. The larger counter-part of our sport, freestyle, has all but eclipsed the racing aspect of BMX. What’s to blame for the shift in interest? I think that the people who race have shot their own sport in the foot by making stupid decisions and the sanctioning organizations have made it worse by condoning and even promoting these decisions; so, what am I talking about? It’s not just one issue but rather an image. It’s a shift in the very perception of our sport to outsiders which is portrayed by the higher ups and then copied by all the trend loving conformists. Racing is no longer taken as a counterpart of freestyle in all its extreme and creative glory. Instead it has become a jock sport, one characterized by clipless pedals, (a dangerous and completely unneeded blight on racing). Streamlined uniforms (if you wear jeans and a regular long sleeved shirt you have almost no chance to get any type of shot in any official BMX publication), and thin, light frames that are good for nothing but racing. While this shift has pushed our sport and progresses it on the professional level, it has also pushed people away from it. When people want to race they quickly realize that to have a good chance to win they have to use dangerous and costly clipless pedals. They have to get expensive uniforms to fit in with the “real racers”. And if they are interested in freestyle also, they have to have two different bikes, eliminating any people who just show up with the bikes they have from the upper ranks of competition. Some of this may be the result of the NBL trying to meld our sport with the European inspired visions of an Olympic sport, but the shift was evident much before all that came around. We have collectively killed our appeal to the common person. Even people who used to race and loved it have been driven away by these trends. What we need to do I don’t know, because most of the damage has already been done in the minds of people who view our sport. But what I do know is that if we want this side of the sport to thrive we all need to make some major changes.
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Jessie Coleman alley-oop the tree to branch shoulder brush-off. Photo: Rex Gibson
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Evil doing a nose tap on the Revenge trip Photo: submitted by Evil
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Wess doing a footjam nosepick at Major Taylor Skatepark Photo: Alan Sternberg
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Nate table air on a shady piece of plywood Photo: Alan Sternberg
Alan Sternberg table air on a roof in Anderson, IN Photo: Audra Beeman
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Wess from New Castle (I think) doing a footjam to barspin Photo: Alan Sternberg
Matt Coleman tight tranny ice pick Photo: Revolve BMX (Jessie Colemanâ€™s company) MySpace Page.
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Alan Sternberg hip tailwhip Photo: Martha Strieby
Jeremy Lackey tailwhip air at Oasis Photo: Alan Sternberg
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Brian Strieby high table air in a 4ft. mini-ramp Photo: Nate Strieby
Nate Strieby crazy sign ride Photo: Alan Sternberg
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Alan Sternberg ledge ice-pick grind Photo: Nate Strieby
Luke Strieby learning Ruben wall rides at Ollieâ€™s Photo: Alan Sternberg
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Photo: Audra Beeman
The Casualties: Under Attack – The Casualties newest album (Under Attack) is filled with the hardcore punk anthems that we’ve come to love but is a bit more mature. The maturity is evident both musically and lyrically. Songs like System Failed Us Again and Social Outcast present the capitalist system as an enemy of the punks. Unity continues to be a common thread present throughout all there albums. If you’re into new Street Punk, check out Under Attack. Black Flag: The First Four Years – Anyone that knows me knows I love Black Flag. It is because of this album that I fell in love with the group. Every time I hear the feedback from Greg Ginn’s amp at the beginning of Nervous Breakdown, chills go shooting up my spine. This album is nothing like their later and better known albums, such as Damaged. It’s raw, fast, and aggressive. Black Flag: The First Four Years is a must for anyone that’s into hardcore or even punk. Buy this and turn the volume way up and you’ll understand why they were so great. Brain Dead: South Bend Punks and Skins E.P. – Brain Dead is quickly becoming one of my favorite bands. They’re a skinhead band from South Bend so I rarely get to see them. They have those infectious bluesy solos that grab you and won’t let you go but maintain that straight hardcore punk that kicks your ass. There are only four songs but hell; it’s a demo/E.P. The underlining theme is that the world’s fucked up so we’ll kick your ass if come ‘round them. The title track is a personal favorite. In the end, Brain Dead is amazing and will remind you of old Social D.
Minor Threat: Complete Discography – Minor Threat’s one of the greatest hardcore bands of all time. Ian MacKaye’s pro-straight anthems encompass the album. Straight Edge is a classic and a damn good song. Pick it up today. The Horror Pops: Bring it On! – The Horror Pops have been getting a lot of attention lately for a good reason, they’re good. Patricia, the singer, possesses a raspy feminine voice that shines some originality in the physcobilly world. Kim Nekroman, lead singer/bassist from the Nekromantix, plays lead guitar and lends his talents to the back-up vocals so that alone should prove it’s good. Bring it On! is the band’s second release and certainly doesn’t disappoint. The standout tracks seem to be Walk Like a Zombie and Crawl Straight Home. All the tracks are catchy and make ya wanna dance. Check it out and you most likely won’t be disappointed. The Dead Kennedys: Mutiny on the Bay – Ah, the Dead Kennedys. What can be said that isn’t already known? If you don’t know who DK is, find out fast. People either hate them with a passion or love them to no end. I personally fit into the later category as they are in fact my favorite band of all time. Mutiny on the Bay has all the essentials (Holiday in Cambodia, California Uber Ales, Police Truck, etc…) but also some lesser known songs, such as Moon over Marina. For a live album, Mutiny on the Bay, like Live at the Deaf Club, is phenomenal. It really does sound like there’s a crowd in a studio instead of poor sound being overwhelmed by the crowd, which makes it very easy to listen to and not stress over quality. In the end, this album will leave you wanting more and knowing why they’re legends.
R.I.P. CBGB’s Photo: Audra Beeman
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Staff/Thanks: Alan and Audra. Photo: Us Staff: Alan Sternberg – Editor Audra Beeman – Art Director Nathan Strieby – Street Team, Writer, Promotion Joel Janiszyn - Writer Contributions: Evil – Photo Chris Castle – Writer Luke Strieby – Writer Thanks: Thanks to everyone that helped. It means a lot. Thanks to everyone that’s said something nice to me about the site or zine. You’re few and far between but I really appreciate it. Thanks to everyone at OXP for letting us stay late and ride and for putting fliers in the shop. Thanks to Sybilla and Chris Castle for inspiring me to do this. Thanks to Joel for joining us here at the zine. I know he’s been added to the staff but he’s been the most excited about it out of everyone. Thanks to Ball State University. You don’t even know what I’m doing but still, thank you. Thanks to Sybilla for posting a link to our site on yours. The same goes for the Displeased and their MySpace.com page. Thanks to everyone that let us film them riding and play shows. Lastly, thanks to Bud over at perspectivesbmx.com for letting us use some of their images in past issues and for sending us an ad. And thanks to anyone I’m missing. No Thanks: Everyone that said they’d write something but didn’t. No thanks to all the kids that go to shows and yell that bands suck. It’s about unity, not hate. No thanks to the people that think they’re rock stars but aren’t. This applies to both punks and bmxers. Anyone that I forgot to say no thanks to, well screw you I guess.
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