Matuse Family Member, thinker, shaper, artist, hoops and hip hop aficionado, Jeff McCallum, was recently written up by ESPN. Click here to check out the story. http://espn.go.com/action/surfing/news/story?id=4980293 … Jeff’s handiwork coming soon to the Quiver section of Matuse.com. Don’t sleep.
Here is a few snap shots I have taken on this roll of Black and White film. It covers some walking around in NY. A snap shot of the great SanO as well as collage I did. Enjoy.
I save receipt boots polaroid’s, pictures, match books, whatever. Then I kind of put them all together and rephotographed them. There is also one of my favorite Bob Dylan quotes in there.
It may be kooky I know. But I love SanO. It is so much fun to just glide around and surf there. I have a 11ft CC that I glide around on out there. Its so much fun to just trim.
There is this really amazing car spot right around the corner from my Apt. You have to pay a yearly membership to be apart of this car club. They have vintage everything. Once your a member and you pay your dues you can take anyone of there beautiful vintage cars out for a drive. There are always sweet rides sitting out in the street. This is one of them.
Getting around the city can be tricky at times. This shot I took uptown. I was skateboarding in the middle of traffic flying down the hill. I thought I was the man until I clipped a taxi mirror with my hip. I just kept going. I got home and had a big round purple bruise on my hip. It was ugly and hurt like hell.
The road less traveled. Frost right? Well it was late and I was wondering around the village. I saw an open hatch to a basement. I figured I would check out what was down there. If anyone asked I’d say where the hell is the bathroom. I think it was a restaurant so I felt as if I was covered. Exploring is exploring. I went down and saw a few boxes. Turned a corner by this door that was hanging slightly off the hinges. In that room was all these wires. I was down there for like 20 minutes snooping around. Did not see a soul.
Patty Cakes lookin’ like Van Damme in Bloodsport. Message below sent via email by Pat.
Dear Matuse Family,
Here’s an image from my recent Tavarua adventure. As you can tell, the trip was action packed! We survived a cyclone and yours truly landed face first on the reef. Almost got knocked out under water. Good thing I’m Irish. As my badge of honor, I received a couple beauty stitches. Oh, and I ate plenty of fresh fish. Like the Hawaiians say: “If you don’t go! Then you Don’t know.” Ha. I think I’ll go!
Cheers, Pat
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Matuse Family Member, Danny DiMauro, snapped this frame of legendary OG NYC skateboarder Harry Jumonji sporting a Matuse Hoplite. Harry is holding Andy Kessler’s board that Joel Tudor made for him. Andy painted the graphics himself. Big ups to Danny, Harry and the rest of the Matuse Family in NY!
I went to the Fruezabruta show the other night and got some amazing pictures. It is an amazing theatrical show that is almost to hard to explain. Here are some images of the show. I hope you enjoy.
This image is of a girl swimming on a massive transparent sheet of plastic. The show is amazing. They lower a giant plastic sheet down over your head about 10 inches from your face and the bodies slide and glide in front of you. It’s amazing.
Here is yet another image of the bodies floating over us. You can see faintly the peoples heads just underneath the massive sheet of plastic.
I love this image. It feels so dream like.
This is a magical show that is so incredible to see. It was really amazing and beautiful. The only sad part was they were not wearing Matuse wetsuits.
I can’t say that I knew Adam well, but we had met on a host of occasions. What I will always remember about him was his energy, a deep husky voice (“what up, BRO!” he would always greet with), and his infectious passion for music. There will never be another DJ AM, and it would be impossible and even blasphemous to talk about the new Travis Barker project with A-Trak without putting it into the proper context.
Adam was a producer – nay, molecular engineer of music. His mash-ups were legendary in the music business and he earned the title of being the first “celebrity” DJ. In fact, it is safe to say he created the whole genre. He was O.G., master, and pioneer. Music was his passion and a performance from him was nothing short of a musical journey through deliberately juxtaposed genres that had no worldly business appertaining to each other.
I’ll never forget being a fly on the wall backstage in a cramped dressing room for the 3 “residency” shows at The Roxy in the summer of 2008. While Travis pitter-patted on his practice pad, Adam would roll in a good 45 minutes late, foaming at the mouth about new beats and song ideas he had. He couldn’t focus on the current set because he was already busy sculpting the next one.
Adam was the coach and Travis was the prodigy – the athlete with the world-class gifts that could meet or exceed every tough chorus, solo, track, or mash that Adam would throw at him. It was almost like a battle of will. Adam made the music, and Travis – well, Travis just demolished it.
It was a beautiful thing to witness and the audiences seem to catch on as well. It is hard to define the pinnacle of their short playing career together. Early on, it was probably opening for Jay-Z and for Eminem’s first concert in 4 years. Personally, I think it had to be when they were made an eleventh hour addition to headline, yes headline, the KROQ Weenie Roast in May of 2009, reviving their set from Coachella the month prior in front of 15,000 screaming fans. They blew the roof off the place. The July 24, 2009 show in Las Vegas at Rain nightclub, their last show together, was a mere 45 minutes after Travis had just finished a grueling 90-minute set with his bandmates Blink-182 down the street.
That Travis could pull a double-header and effectively drum for nearly three hours straight – at THAT pace and with THAT precision, is a testament to his unworldly skills, skills that are finally getting fitting recognition from some of music’s elite. No one knew that night that it would be their last set together and no one could have imagined how their lives, finally healing, would each find themselves pulled back into the pain created on that fateful night in South Carolina a year prior.
A-Trak (best known to date as Kanye West’s DJ) doesn’t have the legacy or the name that DJ AM had, but he too has skills. Their premiere show together at the sold out Roxy On Sunset was an enjoyable 50-minute set that again showcased Travis Barker’s incredible drumming ability and showmanship. As with some of the shows with AM, the new set was punctuated with surprise appearances by Kid Cudi and Lil Jon, and provided sufficient bass and thump to keep everyone’s head tapping for the duration.
This time there was no journey though. No Metallica followed by Notorious BIG, followed by The Who, followed by Michael Jackson. The music was predominantly techno electronica with a little hip hop thrown in for good measure. To his credit, A-Trak is a more of an intense scratcher and works harder on the knobs, but in the absence of such an amazing musical potpourri, the real performance is by Travis. Travis always brings it, and he always keeps you wanting for more.
There was something eerie in the room to see it all go down at the place where AM and Travis had made it all happen, and the comparisons, while inevitable, are almost unfair because different artists do things, well, differently, but it is clear that something was missing.
The show is still there, the performance is there, and it is definitely worth seeing (you can catch TRV$/A-Trak in Austin, TX at SXSW on March 18), but the real show is probably going on in the upstairs upstairs VIP room, where we all know that St. Peter is rocking out hard to Daft Punk.
Matuse’s John Campbell awarding the prizes to John-Paul.
Congratulations to John-Paul from Point Loma! The lucky high school freshman nabbed the $800 prize package from Matuse. A chance stop at the Sample Sale last weekend equated to Ichiban Game being deposited on the shoulders of John-Paul. The stoke was obvious and the smile large. Big ups to his dad Kevin for making sure he filled out the contest form.