Fuck You Heroes
It is easy to get old and forget late nights spent pushing around parking lots, grinding curbs, hucking yourself off stairs, falling, spraining ankles. A few pages into Fuck You Heroes though, will bring you back to it.
An impossibly vertical Jay Adams recalls backyard mini ramp and pool sessions fueled by hopps, smith grinds and backside disasters.
Biking around a town with two beers in your jacket and one in your hand. Keith who after his eigth was always in someone’s face. Shows with so much movement and pleasant aggression, you saw more of the floor than the band.
Henry Rollins, “Suicidal Party” is every warehouse jam with bands and ramps and dirt and beers you were ever at, except you weren’t at this one. No matter.
Fuck You Heroes is the old punk you lost and need back or the punk you live.
Fuck You Heroes is when the bands weren’t picked by sponsors and the tickets weren’t sold on Ticketmaster.
Fuck You Heroes is where shows and skate will be when kids start making sharpie tees again.
Thanks to Consafos Press for gifting 70 a copy. You can pick one up for yourself anywhere fine books are sold, including Amazon…
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September 25th, 2006 at 9:12 pm
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