Hello and good morning/afternoon/evening.
For those who might remember, it was a few weeks ago when that teaser was released.
As I said then, I initially watched this through my fingers, as I tend to not hold myself in very high regard. It felt disconcerting to not only watch, but to have someone put such effort into showcasing that which is from my perspective, a fairly mundane existence. However the damage was done, and all I could do was sit back and hope that I didn’t wind up looking like a total dick, which may or may not have been successful;
I credit it all to the wonders of movie magic.
Certainly, I want to thank both Swobo and the Bicycle times as well as everybody involved who invested time and energy into making this spot a reality.
Secondly, and on a somewhat related note, back when I was officially in Swobo’s employ, I did a drawing for a t-shirt, which aside from the use of it for my second Art Crank Poster, up until just a few months ago sat safely tucked away inside of a folder. Eventually El Jefe asked if they could bring it full circle and at long last put it on a shirt, which they did and that looks like this;
If by chance, this graphic speaks to the suit wearing Luchador in you, they can be found for purchase here.
But circling around to that video again, I’d like to note that just a few weeks ago I finished a third run of the brandest newest zine in the AHTBM bike ‘zine douchebag (same diff) series, which has been heralded the world over as one of the greatest things short of Johnny the copy room guy’s ass, ever to come from a Zerox machine;
I have a short stack of these left which I would very much like to send out to folks. If you might find yourself with a desire to procure one for your own back pocket, that can be done right here.
And circling around on that topic even tighter, I got an email from a fellow just a week and a half ago which kinda blew a part of my mind;
while looking up old zines from my past, I came across your blog…I remember ‘Get Off My Wagon’…I was the singer/yelper in Ted Bundy’s Volkswagon… I had many a good conversations with Ashley during those days, played shows with Glazed Baby and all the usual noisy suspects on the East Coast… miss the old print days, and yes, I’m ordering that Divided Joy shirt, we bike in Kentucky too!
all the best,
So to fill in some of the blanks, the Get Off My Wagon ‘zine was one I made when I was still in college;
Ashley was my housemate, with whom I’ve spent hundreds if not thousands of hours buying and listening to records with, and his band Ted Bundy’s Volkswagon was one of the bands we put on the 7″ record that was released with this issue.
And they were awesome;
(scroll across, click, turn up the volume.)
Then last Wednesday, the rest of my mind was blown by a random exchange with a person named Nicky on the AHTBM Facebook page that started with them mentioning TBVW. Never one to let a coincidence go unrecognized, I pressed and they elaborated;
“My older cousin was the drummer, he literally had to clean the blood off his yellow drums before he sold them. He turned me on to much good music. He lives in Kentucky and gave me a WWDD sticker he ordered from you.
If you ever send stuff to Lexington, it’s most likely him. I got him into bikecycles a few years back when he visited me in Tenn. If fanzine love was gold records they would be kings- From what I understand no band wanted to follow them back in the day.”
And with that exchange the world became so small that I was sent sailing off into the abyss, and am now typing this while floating around in space.
As a last bit of news for today’s post, I will give you ample warning that I am about to reveal the winner for his year’s running of the Paris Roubaix (that happened three days ago). If you haven’t watched it by now, you’re probably not going to.
I’ve watched this race for years and years and years, and have loved every moment of it every single time.
This year was unreal. The lead group was made up of every single person favored to win, yet, as if someone had made a deal with the devil, the young gun called Niki Terpstra came kinda out of the wings and soloed himself a hell of a victory;
It was a beautiful thing indeed as were commentators Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwen’s transition from their sandwich analogies of two years ago, to a cascade of various ones relating to banks, and savings accounts.
Sometimes it’s like listening to your crazy grandpa and uncle bicker with each other.
Anyway, and though there’s about a thousand percent chance that he’s not reading these words right here, but from all of me to all of him, I’d like to offer Mr. Terpstra my most humble and sincere congratulations;
(Quality footage, but without Phil and and Paul.)
Unless you were betting on any other horse, anyone, and most likely everyone watching his imminent victory ramp up into reality, truly was a winner.