Though kind of old (especially by skateboard blog standards,) Joe Perrin’s Last of the Mohicans seems like the best sumer video to emerge of late.

It could be some sort of saturation footage best left for filmer nerds, but the colors in the video (paired with the heavy Floridian influence) invoke memories of soaked teeshirt summer sessions of youth.  Also featured is a healthy dose of night footage.  The all night (or at least seemingly all night) session is endorsed by this blog as the best way to beat the summer heat, and footage representing this tends to also tug on the skateboarding nostalgia heartstrings.

Though relegated by some to be another bank skating, 5-0 fakie type of video, there are a few eye opening parts (see: everything Jimmy Lannon does, Dave Caddo’s ender, Curtis Rapp’s gigantic hillbomb thing, and 80’s Joe’s part) and a decent amount of ledge footage.  That’s not to say that there aren’t a lot of pole jams and wallies, but if you’re watching a movie proclaimed to be ‘for the dirts’ that seems to celebrate the consumption of shitty beer as much as skateboarding, you’re probably into that.

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Ah, June 21st.  The sun is shining, the east coast is covered in a wet blanket of humidity that will stay in between your clothes and will be between you and your teeshirt until the end of September, and basketball courts across the suburbs are covered in 13 year olds skating launch ramps.  That’s right, it’s the International Association of Skateboard Companies’s go skateboarding day.

As much as we here at Tiny Capers trust an organization featuring such core skate brands as sector 8 longboards, tech deck, hurley, and nixon watches, we can’t help but eye an event like this with skepticism.  The more you organize skateboarding, we fear, the more helmets, tight trucks, contests and this kid are brought into the picture.  There aren’t any rules in skateboarding, man.

There are counter arguments- it supports the skateboard industry, it’s an excuse to get a bunch of people to skate, and that it can be used to raise public awareness for a skatepark.  These are all kind of true.  Who cares about the IASC’s industry?  When was the last time anyone working for tech deck got out and kickfliped a sewer cap?  As far as getting a bunch of people to skate, how much cooler would it be to just send out a bunch of texts some morning and do it out of the blue?  Regarding the skatepark issue, you can do that just as effectively the other 364 days a year as well.  The issue of how many spots are going to be impossible to skate if anything ever gets built is for another tirade, but one has to wonder if it’ll bring the end of eggs or some other embattled spot.

That said, homies at orchard have a jam going on that will undoubtedly be over by the time you read this to get a skatepark for the city of Boston.  They seem to be making their own go at it, instead of associating with the mythical fairy tale that is the skatepark at the end of the rainbow on the Charles, so it’ll be interesting to see how that turns out.  A recent revisit to the clip of Dennis Busenitz skating that park in Germany reminds us how much fun it’d be to spend a lazy sunday at a park without having to drive.  Provided that there wasn’t a helmet rule in effect.

on dudebros and deer tick

Deer tick is probably the hippest band endorsed here at tiny capers.

At least momentarily*, they were the band of choice for the fixed gear, Allston/Brooklyn, skinny jean crowd.  Studio apartments, filled with trust funders feigning being tortured souls, broadcast smoky blues rock out their windows onto Lorimer.

As of their last tour, the crowd seemed decidedly less hip.  Less flannel and $300 jeans, and more dirty, white baseball caps turned backwards.  Their recent boost in the dudebro demographic was a long time coming.

Eventually a larger crowd was going to see the appeal of music that you could drink beer with your dad to.  Like a worn in pair of leather shoes, their music is tough and rugged at times while still managing to be comfortable and comforting.

At said concert, frontman John McCauley launched into a retooled version of ‘diamond rings 2007’, slowed down and naked.  Just him, his guitar, and some blue lights.  It may be a harkening back to his solo work before the band got started, or just a shift in creative direction, but it was that performance was thing that came to mind upon listening to their new album.

The Black Dirt Sessions seems to be mixed with preferential treatment for the guitar and voice.  A few new voices show up on the album that were previously unheard on their albums, including piano, acoustic guitar and a few chords from an organ.  That said, the majority of the songs could easily be transformed into similar single man folk-esqe performances.  It’s slowed down and a little bit more folky than the ‘born on flag day’ drinkin’ and causing trouble feel.  Kind of like Springsteen’s ‘nebraska’, but with less harmonica or songs about going to prison.  Click on the cover for a download link, and check out the clip of them on Letterman after the jump as well.

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A few points amidst coffee, Lady GaGa and homemade egg / cheddar / english muffin sandwiches on the tiny capers news desk for your Sunday:

A Visual Sound released an interview with Gino regarding the music from his video parts over the years.  In addition to the standard trip down memory lane, it’s got a lot of insight into what’s going on in his head.  Gems include proclaiming the Wu Tang Clan to be his favorite ‘band’, and a brief explanation of his current status with the upcoming chocolate video.  Despite the fact that it still doesn’t sound promising, i’m still holding out for a shared part with Pappalardo set to Wu.

Speaking of Popps, habitat released a trailer for their new video, origins.  Billed as a ‘visual representation of the past decade’, one can’t help but wonder if they’re either:

a. going to try and ride out the last remains of the Love era

b. going to turn this into a ‘make it count’-esque masturbatory company history piece

c. going to release another boring video that will confirm that they’ll never get back to the golden photo/mosaic era.

d. going to make a video that you’ll bother to watch outside of the skateshop / on youtube / hunting the slap message boards for.

People have been quick to throw burton under the bus for the demise of the DNA camp, but the team changes involving the entrance of west-coast-schoolyard types in place of the  switch-nosegrind-pop-out-at-Love were going on long before Jake Burton was shopping around.  Paired with Don Pendleton’s departure and Greg Hunt’s questionable editing choices in mindfield, the inhabitants/mindfield era of sect film seem to pale in comparison to their older brothers (Jake Johnson and Al Davis’s presence excluded).  The end of an era which is furthered by the recent addition of knobs to over at Love.  Regardless, footage from the crates is always eagerly anticipated.

In non skateboarding news, the Times Sunday mag has two solid pieces, a wanderlust inducing story on caravan of mismatched yuppies and Tunisian actors driving around the southern shore of the Mediterranean, and an exploration of aging fully mixed cocktails.

The concept of a negroni aging in a bourbon barrel for five years is intriguing.  Hopefully someone in Boston decides to give it a shot.  Drink? Starlight? Cragie?  We here at tiny capersaren’t equipped with bourbon aging equipment, so we’re left waiting for someone to pick up the slack here.

To round out the links, Clifford Brown’s recording of A Night in Tunisia is possibly the best ever:

pyrex scholars

I really like eating.  And food.   And thinking about food and reading about food*, but it all tends to deal with the anticipation.  Sure, there is the occasional Michael Pollan-esque expose on what additive will kill you, but those aren’t anywhere as frequent as the press that anticipation gets.  Recipes, new trendy ingredients, reviews, and food writing as a whole rarely address the consumption.

Nobody likes to think about how much they consume though.  The idea of keeping track of what you eat invokes images of annoying people talking about being on diets, which is the opposite of what most people who enjoy food are looking for.

Knowing this (but morbidly curious anyway) I kept track of everything (other than water) that I consumed for a week. With it, I figured out why people write about what you can cook or where you can eat a lot more than how much we eat.

Writing about where or what to eat is sexy.  You get to dream of being around beautiful people eating elegantly plated, delicious food.  Knowing how you ate and drank for a week, you see the stark reality of sitting on the couch with your roommate, both in undershirts and sweating, drinking bud heavies, eating greasy pizza and watching 30 rock on demand at two in the morning.

Bud heavies.  I drank nine of those- one 22oz bottle, and eight 12oz bottles.  That’s less than half of the beer I drank for the week.  Coffee beat out beer for the thing most consumed, ringing in at approximately 25 cups of drip / french press.  And a latte.  But, if you start talking about combining categories though, alcohol wins over coffee products.

Graduation receptions, open bar promotional events, skate video premiers and simple shift drinks after work start to add up.  One minute you’ve got a 22 of bud heavy in a smoky mission hill apartment, the next your making your way around around a graduation reception with a negroni in hand, and before you know it it’s one in the morning and you’re devouring greasy food with a cold high life.  It was a busy week, I guess.

With all that booze comes a lot of fried, or otherwise fattening food.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m eating a lot of fattening food regardless of how much i’m drinking.  Grease and booze seem to go hand in hand though.  There were a couple of breakfast burritos, a couple eggplant parm subs, half of a large cheese pizza, and lots of cheese fries.

Oh, the cheese fries.  I worked across the street from a mediocre “Irish” pub for two years.  At some point in time, I realized that their cheese fries were tied with the pudding portobello sandwich at the Parish Cafe for being the best take out in the neighborhood.  Being that the Parish rotates sandwiches in and out based on the weather or something else equally unpredictable, I took to eating a massive brick of french fries adhered together with molten cheddar a couple times a week.  This week it was three times.

Occasionally i’ll realize how few fruits or vegetables i’ve eaten in comparison to the vast amount of grease and eat something healthy.  This week, there were three and a half salads, and two pieces of fruit.  I’m not sure if I just feel like I ate more fruits and veggies than I did, or this number is just unusually low.  Regardless, it’s a reminder to eat them more.

There were a few other exceptions, most notably the conspicuous lack of things covered in peanut sauce.  If Myers+Chang wasn’t so inconvenient to get to, i’d eat a massive bowl of their dan dan noodles daily.

95% of my thoughts on food are based around what I feel like eating, what might be cool to cook, how to cook things, and occasionally reflecting over food i’ve eaten.  The reflections are based around singular meals- I should have used less broth, I would eat there again, that bartender was a smokeshow- than about what i’ve eaten for the week.

Maybe there’s a reason nobody keeps track of this sort of thing.  The closest you get is the occasional review of a restaurant or chef profile that utters the cliche “this isn’t the kind of place for people who are worried about counting calories.”  This isn’t to say that you can’t eat well and have it be healthy, but good food is about hedonism.  And keeping track of how you eat is a subtle reminder that you need to go running.

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Somebody re-upped Jahmal Williams’ part from the DNA video to youtube, and it hasn’t been raped of the Coltrane by WMG yet.  Seriously, it’s one of the best video parts ever.

I had the privilege of watching him skate in person over at the new orchard, which is also worth checking out if you live in Boston, skate, and for some reason haven’t been over there yet.  He’s got an art show upstairs in the extension gallery as well.

Tiny Capers wholeheartedly endorses most things in New York, including quartersnacks.

In addition to providing clips of people skating in New York that don’t feature cellar doors, an extensive spot directory and copious references to rap music, it’s also home to some of the better writing about skateboarding floating around these days.

The recently revamped QS3 is promising a new clip by the time you read this, but there are some gems (the essay on the infamous TF comes to mind) along the way as well.

A tip of the hat goes out to a job well done.