2 Spicy Dudes Episode 1 (Part 2)
Posted by: OJ & Ice
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 2009
Purebred Riffs Itinerary
YO DUDES...ICE, Swamp Thang, Cranky Art Professor and I are still working on episode 2 of 2 SPICY DUDES. So instead of posting it today, take a riff on the current itinerary I wrote for the 2nd Leg of the Purebred Riffs Tour!! Its a radical twist. Stay tuned, THE SPICY DUDES should be back in the kitchen next week.
Much love and stuffs,
OJ
MONDAY, OCTOBER 26, 2009
Drac's House
Posted by: Ian
MONDAY, OCTOBER 19, 2009
Class Is in Session at the Still Flyin’ Juicy Gossip Party School!
Hello blog readers and internet users, Ice here! I just had the pleasure of hitting the road with Still Flyin’ for a week’s worth of jams and am here to give you what you want. Salacious secrets and dirty details! Are you ready??? Well, you better throw down a blanket and put on your nicest shades because I’m about to kick-up a sandstorm of unbelievable in your face.
I know what you probably think about Still Flyin’, “They’re a band of party prodigies that grew up fast throwing sophisticated jams way beyond their years.” “Going on the road with them is probably like hanging out with a gang of Teen Wolves and Elviras.” It’s close, except in real life Teen Wolf would be surfing inside in the van instead of on top. Party forward, dude. If you thought those ideas were wild then you better put on a tinfoil hat because you are about to transmit some NSFW thoughts.
This juicy nug of gos comes from our stop in the city. Yeah, the big one. We rolled up into the party capital of the world with party already busting at our seams. It's usually a party no matter what, but the forces of nature collided on this day and a perfect storm of party was brewing, for the day we arrived was a Still Flyin’ member’s birthday! (Who you ask? Let's just say he keeps a pretty tight lock on his diary, so I shouldn't be the one to air out his Google calendar.) Obviously though, this wasn't going to be one of those Stevi B's birthday parties, it had to be a beach party. I’m talking Frankie and Annette style too, where the dudes were cool and the chicks were hot. The waves were wild and the party was wilder. Immediately, shirts and pants were thrown to the ground and celebration vibes were soon outnumbering the grains of sand. The luxuries of the all-adult affair become evident pretty quickly when some of the party-goers caught an eye of full rear male nudity (Who??? That's a cat this dog won't let out of the bag, but let’s just say that we only got to glimpse a slab of his tortilla and not the enchilada. That made it harder to tell the difference.), others witnessed or participated in bodily water clashing and there were even some reports of tips touching. Who even knows what actually happened? (The Roadie) But not even all of that juicy hottness can prepare you for this bombshell. This wild humdinger which Spuds McKenzie would have been proud of, took place without a drop of alcohol anywhere in sight. No beer, no wine, no cans of people’s beer. Not even a cup of coffee! This party was as clean as a church in Dixie on a football Saturday. And you know what, we raged like it was New Year’s Eve in the dawn of the Innocent Age.
We played ball.
Wrote sober love notes to one another in the sand.
And even did some appropriate group touching.
It was amazing. One of the best and most gossip-filled birthday parties that a beach has ever seen. Then, suddenly, it dawned on me. Could I be learning a lesson? Something special too, not a lesson that you would usually find on a gossip site like, save sushi or something, but rather a lesson of importance like they used to teach in ancient China.
Have you ever heard of the “Yin Yang”? It is a symbol of balance, but I think it’s message was truly perfected here:
The Bongos. The Chinese invented the bongos as an instrument to help blind people understand the meaning of balance in the Yin Yang symbol. The highs and lows, back and forths, males and females, parties and responsibilities of life. They are all necessary and all needed. Don’t believe me? Ask these dudes.
Matthew is the modern world's symbol of Yin Yang. For every late night party, there is an early morning jog. For every hot Hollywood rage orgy, there is a showering of good natured love for his bros and broettes.
A party that teaches you about the responsibilities of life, that's something Matthew McConauyang would approve of because no matter which way you slice it, a pizza is always better when it’s whole and complete.
PS. I can't leave you on a non-gossip note! Which member of Still Flyin’ didn't eat a slice of NY's best pizza?!?!? Say WHAAAATT??? Find out how gross gossip can be next time, you rumor hounds!
Posted by: Ice
MONDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2009
Stream of Consciousness
Editor's note: Big Brah used to author our old myspace blogs. He hasn't missed a beat.
Okay, here it comes. I've thought about it enough and now I'm full of thought and a need to purge…hold on…okay, I'm back. I just flipped the Creedence. So it's been awhile since I've authored an entry for the Flyin'. It had been so often that I offered these entries and now I have whole-heartedly agreed and accepted and ascended to my role as spiritual member of the Flyin'. So times change, people change, hairstyles change…are you with me Mr. Gorsch?…you may be the only one. I left the band right around this thought in my head that I'm having. Right after Sweden I think…I don't know. Maybe I didn't…no calendar can be counterconstructive and also quite conducive to a quality life style. So I remember this one instance, speaking of my time with Mr. Gorsch in the band. We were in Sweden…Varberg…very var vrom home but still I felt so comfortable because I was with my vamily in the vlyin'. We had an entourage and it was quite encouraging to be in the presence of these folks on a daily basis. I digress…as usual. So Varberg, it featured things like a post show dip…and a keg…for us alone. Yes. Not to mention that dude's drum set from the first band…whoa. So I was in there…in their zone over there. We were jamming a serious time and we were having the best time in life. Really. I mean it. So, Mr. Gorsch, this is what I meant to tell you all…sorry. Mr. Gorsch was on the bongos…or maybe he was on the trash can, but I thought I was on the trash can…I don't remember exactly how it went but he was on the bongos and, as it went, I was on the trash can (later to be in it…in a later life…with the Pizzas). So that was one of the best times I can think of ever. The company was so right. There is a photo of Mr. Gorsch and his lovely lady performing a French kiss from right around that time…within mere moments of my moment. So it was the last day of the tour. I remember saying goodbye to all my good friends…to all my good family. Gary was in a particularly sweet mood that morning it seemed like and there are pictures to prove it…I bid a fond farewell to Markie and have hardly seen him again since…there were hugs, soul hugs, and hammfives going around like crazy…where was everyone?…I think they'd gone to catch trains, airplanes and to return belongings…Wyatt and Josephine and S.A., if I remember right, even left after the show at 3 or 4 AM to get someone to the airport…a good crew gone right there…I was not sad…I was with Terese and Brody…at least, maybe 7 others…I was with Ulf…he was feeding us and drinking us coffee. We were still knee deep in something awesome. I don't remember where I had gone or how I had to get there but I was truly happy about all of it and that's about how I'd sum up a few hours of mine with Still Flyin'…ayunvolandonuncatocaremoselsuelo.
Posted by: Big Brah
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 6, 2009
Purebred Riffs Tour Memoirs ’09
Posted by: OJ & Ice
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2009
Moving-Matter-Mania!
Greetings people in the zone! I am Terese, commonly known as the Swedish flyinette who always sings the wrong words in the songs, occasionally shakes a pineapple shaker and once climbed a high fence and fell down into the arms of an unknown man when Still Flyin' played the Emmaboda festival many years ago. Right now I am based in Melbourne studying physics so I once and for all can figure out how the universe works which also hopefully later will allow me to build a teleporter. These are the first places I would use it to go to.
The Top of the Luossavaara Mountain, Kiruna, Sweden
View from the top of Luossavaara
Luossavaara is a mountain next to the town where I grew up and since my family have all moved away and I rarely go there anymore it would be the first place I would visit. This mountain is actually a place where you normally go downhill skiing but if you come here during the summer when the ski lifts are off and the midnight sun is shining bright it is one of the best places I know of. Kiruna is located in the middle of the wilderness in the far north of Sweden, its only reason for being there is because of the enormous iron ore body stretching down diagonally in the ground underneath the city. From the top of Loussavaara you have a very nice view of both the city itself and the characteristic silhouette of the iron mine, also you can see remains of the lake next to the railroad station that they drained so that they could dig for more iron under it. Recently they discovered cracks in the ground under the city so a decision was made to move the entire place house by house to prevent it all from collapsing down in the mine. The church, the town hall, my lower grade school, everything is gonna be relocated within a 40 years period of time. Pretty crazy. I also heard they are gonna build a luxury hotel on top of Luossavaara as a part of the project. Now if that is true it would actually make me really upset and also give me yet another reason to teleport myself there quickly before its too late!
Peace Fountain next to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, New York City, USA
This is a very special place that I would recommend every single person that read this to visit at least once in their life. The sight of it will leave your mind completely blown with a feeling that there are certain things in the world that you should simply allow to affect you deeply without having a single clue what the fuck they are all about, based on my very personal experience. You know, kind of like those sailors with bouncing balls that appear at the Great Northern Hotel lobby in the episode of Twin Peaks when you find out who killed Laura Palmer. With this being said, the Peace Fountain is basically just a sculpture of the archangel Michael chillin' out with this double faced sun/moon character on top of a giant crab holding Satan's decapitated head in its claw while a gang of small giraffes is trying to fit in wherever there is room. Nothing more, nothing less.
The Insectarium, Montreal, Canada
Me, Brody and Nick Curtain spent over 3 hours in here on our way to see Cause Co-Motion play a show in Montreal. Inside this very amazing insect museum you can not only watch leaf-cutters form a never ending flowing river of multi-colored hibiscus flower confetti, but also find out your weight in ants (I weigh eight million ants).
Xochimilco Floating Gardens, Mexico City, Mexico
I once went on a vacation by myself to Mexico City. Ok, I admit was not totally alone, Isobel was already there having an animator workshop at an arts festival and I was very happy to hang out with her and her students but it doesn't sound as cool and adventurous for the first sentence in a text so I put it in this second one instead. Anyway, in Mexico City I did lots of amazing things including attending a wrestling game where a midget dressed up as a green monkey with a mohawk was getting completely beaten up by a team of very evil guys looking like they were part of a Norwegian death metal band in the early 90s, and also being really close to buying a shoe box full of Pollos Magicos (alive baby chickens dyed in the colors of the rainbow ready to run around like crazy in your house adding a magic touch to it) at the witch market. On a lazy Sunday we made a trip to the ancient canals of Xochimilco in the outskirts of the city, where we were floating around in a colorful boat drinking micheladas, eating grilled corn and listening to marimba ensembles for what seemed like an eternity but was actually only an hour!? I have to go back there and stay for an eternity for real!
Atomium, Brussels, Belgium
This is a building shaped like an enormous iron atom. Its great.
The Thing, Arizona Desert, USA
Once on tour I was experiencing a flu so bad not even a daily dose of EmergenC helped. At this point we happened to be driving thorough the vast Arizona desert and seeing nothing but various forms of cacti and enormous signs along the road saying EAT BEEF or possibly HELL IS REAL in black threatening letters set my mind in an even more diffuse state than it already was. Hours passed while I was falling in and out of sleep experiencing strange fever induced dreams, when suddenly I noticed the signs outside the van window had changed. Their colors where now bright orange, red and blue stating THE THING?, and also WHAT IS IT? which was basically the very same questions I was asking myself at that point. These new messages became more and more frequent, leading the tour van a bit off path and finally had us stop outside what looked like a normal gas station from outside but somewhere inside behind the beef jerky and novelty hat counter featured a mysterious black velvet draper. You payed a dollar to the cowboy person behind the register and was then allowed to enter. What was shown behind it I cannot reveal here, although I can tell you that as a bonus feature you got to see a car that possibly once belonged to Adolf Hitler! Hmm hang on, was this also part of my dreams? You better ask Gary Olsonkroken, he was there.
FINAL STOP!
I realise this blog entry is really getting out of hand lengthwise, so I'll round everything off quickly with saying that after visiting all these great places I would probably just go to pick up all friends thats not already with me in the teleporter and head over to that awesome burrito place in Sean and Mindy's hood in San Fransisco and take the night from there. Gotta go back to studying now so this can all come true. Catch you later!
Posted by: Terese
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2009
I’m on Fire
9.16.09 Jalisco Mexico – Raul here…saxophonist…A bit of my shirt caught on fire yesterday. It was Mexican Independence Day and I'm currently in Colotlan, a town in central Mexico, tryin’ to type on a keyboard that’s been so used, the letters are practically gone…that and the keyboards here are mapped out a little different…glad I took typing back in HS. So the firey shirt…people here love fire…as a pyro-kid I loved coming here (both parents’ birthplace)…my brothers, cousins and I would immediately stock up on all kinds of fire fun…bottle rockets, garbanzos (little silver balls that would ignite into a firey comet when thrown against a wall, the ground, insects, people…), and firecrackers of all sizes. We’d usually save those to throw into a crowded cantina, church, or billiards. Back to the shirt…On Mexican Independence Day, custom calls for the town mayor to address the crowd in the major plaza, usually from the balcony of a town hall…they yell “Viva Mexico” and then fireworks blast into the sky. But in my case these fireworks were blasting just above the trees. I ran looking for cover thinking that chaos would follow. But as I cowered under a small archway, I noticed that everyone was totally chill, totally unphased at how low this shit was exploding. I figured “Huh, I guess it is what it is…I’ll cruise back into the scene mellow-style”…just then a pink starry explosion blasted just above me. Sparks landed all around and on me…I instantly took on an onslaught of cardboard beatings from kids that were using cardboard to cover themselves from this fire rain. I'm totally ok. My shirt now resembles Charlie Brown’s Halloween costume.
Lots of rad stories in the works…totally stoked to be spending 2 and a half weeks here…lots of tequila, rad food, and beer…also lots of rad memories…looking forward to creating more.
Posted by: Raul
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 2009
Cheers 4 Beers!
Posted by: Sharky
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 2009
2 Spicy Dudes Episode 1 (Part 1)
Posted by: OJ & Ice
