Quick little lag between updates!! I will be throwing mass photos up to make up for the lag time! Dawson sent me a load of random photos of D-Hubb and himself! DK support in full effect! The next post I’ll throw up recent Hawaii stuff!
Dawson!
Dawson floating it.
Landing time!
Heavy Dawson floater!
Dawson throwing da tail.
Dubb! Photo: Dawson
Dubb. Photo: Dawson!
Dubb. Photo: Dawson
Dubb Peru comp! Photo: Dawson
Dubb. Photo: Dawson
Dubb being sexy!!! Photo: Dawson!
After a dismal stint of stormy conditions along the Central Coast, the Pismo crew went all in on a mission to score some cleaner waves in the south 805 this past winter. While the waves themselves were far from “clean”, the conditions more than made up for any residual side effects from this chocolatey surprise.
Pics by Alex Statom
Willie pointing out Willie’s peak. That would be right between Roldy’s peak and Camel’s peak.
Black Joe may or may not be on this wave. We weren’t sure.
BGA’s homemade holiday eggnog fueled us through a couple similar dark barrels.
Black Joe setting up for a sick one.
Like kids at Christmas.
Fumbling to get out there.
Stay tuned for the exclusive footage in the upcoming DK Wars podcasts.
Framegrabs by RookiesUSA
Camel had to change his own diaper this day.
Guhhs excited to be outside of Atascadero.
Lou like a knife through diarrhea.
Guhhs had a chocolatey surprise of his own on this day.
Stinky pinky actually smelled good compared to this.
Wonka’s full anal thumb penetration barrel to finish things off.
Asthmatic Giant! Tour Diary
By Darren Delmore
Death to the Giant
-Applebee’s Bar and Grill, Clovis, California
It didn’t look good.
Just inside Clovis city limits and not enough cash left for band manager Shlune Calodo to pick up the final tab in his legacy with Asthmatic Giant! Five years he’d kept us psych-rockers on the road, funded his own brow raising gambling and starfish addictions along the way, and now not even a Guacamole Burger to show for it. We’d played hard over half a decade’s time, from spit-sprinkled Gilman Street in Berkeley to sipping Screagle onstage at Hollywood Bowl backed by the L.A. Philharmonic Orchestra. And now it was all coming to an end.
Shlune was wanted by the Filipino mafia in Lompoc, he mentioned in all out seriousness, and two chiefs in particular at the Chumash Reservation in Santa Ynez. Through mirrored shades, Heinous Chanus snatched up the meal ticket, shouted “fuck!” and gave it a once over. Two 64 ounce drafts of Fat Tire to now ex manager, a glass of milk for my acidic interiors, plus a $7.50 corkage fee on a JF Coche-Dury Bourgogne from 2002: a gift from President Nicolas Sarkozy after a perspiration a’plenty show at Le Cavern in Paris with Daft Punk.
There comes a time in a successful band’s life when you knows it’s the end. When you know the spotlights are pointing elsewhere. When that white dragon glob you notice in your nasal tuft on Sunday after a two day downhill skiing nose-first mish doesn’t seem like a bonus from Jesus Christ anymore. When you know it’s time to part ways and focus on your solo career. After all, I’d been appearing in commercials for a successful line of Cabernet Grape-seed conditioners for male hairline rejuvenation to much late night acclaim, and I sold the “Fishstick Fridays” rights to Mrs. Fridays Frozen Food Company on a late night purple lipped phone call of sheer drunken DRC-craving desperation.
You could say I saw it coming. Well before opening for 311 at Pozo Saloon earlier that day. Hollywood director Michael Mann had optioned H.C.’s new collection of dark, tense, action film anthems for a Mark Wahlberg and Robert DeNiro project, Rockstar Games picked up his all synth Hip-Hop jam “Grange all in my Range” feat. Hilltop Hoods from Adelaide, and Shlune Calodo was bleeding from a bullet wound in his left love handle. He was panting at Applebee’s with a glistening face, there in the booth, texting in a few remaining sit and go’s with absolutely no remorse for anyone but himself. He was claiming the band was bankrupt, he was flat out, insufficient fund city, yet a basket of buffalo wings with extra red chili flakes materialized for him alone at the table.
There was one single room at the Motel 6 down the road, courtesy of Twigs working the merch booth, and more specifically by the last few Inhaler keyrings, 24 karat etched prescription pill bottles (like the one on the cover of our second album), and signed Hot Tokyo Nights! posters that went. Shlune slid the key across the table and stuffed another napkin up into the blood. He was a goner. He was scanning the parking lot now, looking for Filipinos or Engines. Pushing himself up, grabbing his briefcase, and coughing with the assertion, he concluded in an odd high pitched tone what we believed to mean “Yea yea yea yea dude,” and dripped his way out the front door.
Check back next month for the full review of DJ BY THE GLASS feat. DA THREE CASE DROP and their hit single “Whatcha Pourin’ Beyatch?!”
Mellow times on the rock. The weather has been a bit freaky, but there has still been some fun Rocky’s days! I’ve been dropping the knee a lot more lately mostly due to the fact that Rocky’s is all time for the knee! Savoji has made his way back to Newport and Josh Garner has replaced his stay at my house. Guy is amping and frothing to surf all the time! Plenty of mid sized swell on the way with a good chance that the weather will get good too!
These are some random shots Dawson took in January and February! Guy has got big time support, big time mahalos to Dawson for all the photo support!! Still working on the video footage should have some stuff up soon! Zimbra just came up on a Mac so we can start getting guru on that thing. Other than that not too much action going down!
Garner boosting at rockie rights! photo: Dawson
Garner revo! photo: Dawson
Backdoor bogart. photo: Dawson
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Pipe bowl. photo: Dawson
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Just a few pics of some good beer!!!!! I started drinking more quality beer lately and it is so much better than drinking scrapper beer! Only a bit more money and the alcohol percentage is way higher, not to mention that it tastes amazing!!! Combo swell on the forecast at 4-6 feet, Rocky’s could get freak show!!!!!
Sierra Nevada og!!
Brrrrrrrr good shit!!!
Torpsss will put hair on ur chest!!!
Glissade!!
big BBBBBBBB so much bust cuzzzzz!!!!!!
The Tail good bang for the buck!!