Tunes for a moto weekend

Trying to get some moto work done this weekend. Mounting up that CB400F engine, bleeding Laura's brakes, and a tune up on Trent's CB550. Need some killer tunes to stoke the session...

Dorothy Berry cut a few tracks in her day, but also sang as a Raelette with Ray Charles (but who didn't, right?). Her husband was Richard Berry, the guy who penned "Louie, Louie" (but didn't see much from it). They recorded a duet, "TheWorld Needs Peace," in the early 1980s. This track came out as a single, but goddam, it goes for big bucks. I found it on the out-of-print compilation LP "Shakin' Fit" for ten bucks (but I've seen those comps go for $30 or more!). Killer tune.

Thank you sir, how about another? Judy Clay, killer tune (on Flying witch Records!): "Upset my Heart." Put this on a recent comp I made. Another killer soul singer who cut her teeth singing gospel in the South, she recorded a few tacks on Stax and did some duets with Billy Vera. As the nation's first racially integrated duo, they had a top-20 hit with "Storybook Children" (kind of a sappy stinker if you ask me...) but were denied a spot to sing on television because they were interacial -- Nancy Sinatra did it instead (that honky bitch!). Guess who she sang with for a while? Yep... Ray Charles. Why not another killer Northern Soul track to boot -- "You Busted My Mind"? Happy weekend!

Shiner, and girls on bikes!

So I had to give this important lecture in Mississippi on Monday. The group was flying me out, putting me up, etc. So Saturday, on my first run at a pool I skated once before, I took a slam to my face and got a black eye. Went over well. Back to the bikes, though. This time: Girls on Bikes!

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Let's not forget the bikes

Been turning some wrenches lately. First and foremost, Got my CB400F engine back finally, after abandoning a couple options on the rebuild. New everything, polished covers. Gonna get a Dyna ignition for it, think I've got some Dyna coils that will work too. Got my work cut out for me -- I'm leaving town for a couple days but when I get back it's time to get this sucker dialed in. Thanks Hoss for helping me unload. It's truly a thing of beauty. 

Still working on mine and some OP's. Left to right: CB160, CB350F, SR250, CB200, and BSA C15. 

With some stuff outside too. Left to right: Laura's CB400F, CB350F frame for CB400F engine, CB750 ('71) waiting for time, Trent's 1977 CB550. So nice to see Laura's completely stock CB400F, killer bike, killer lines. Did some work to it over the past coupe days: valve adjust, points check, new plugs, carb cleaning, master cylinder rebuild, relined tank. When the tank cures (and I get back to town) it'll be ready to fire up, then timing and carb sync, and a few electrical glitches (and maybe a new battery), and let's not forget a wash... and she'll be set. 

Caught in a vise... those snap rings are such a bitch to get out, but got it done and rebuilt.

Looks like a bloody mess, but I went with the Red Coat once again to reline the tank, 2-step process not the 3-step of POR-15 (and no need to force air through to dry).

Evidence LXX: Go Skateboarding Day

It's Go Skateboarding Day, and the evidence is mounting. 

Hoss and I investigated rumors of the new go. Abandoned hotel, high profile, another dinky bowl, but Hoss ain't afraid to take it to the cope backside. 

Then on to the Cowtown mini ramp jam. Cowtown is pretty much the best shop ever. 100% skateboarding. Built a mini ramp for one day, and hosted a huge event with giveaways, free pizza, best trick contest, and rip dog ripping. Matt Price was there to document and give the stare down. 

I skated most of the time so took no photos, then Ijudged the best trick contest. Deshawn won. This is Ryan Reyes, uber ripper, BSTS on the ledge to revert. I gotta take better pictures, but then again, as Matt said, it's not "Take Pictures Day," it's "Go Skateboarding Day."

Evidence LXIX: The Day Before Go Skateboarding Day

Today is Go Skateboarding Day, so yesterday we went and skated the little mini gem on the Westside. Joe dirt brought some friends, and I was thinking they must think that all PHX pools are fucked, 5 feet deep, and tight and slippery. I believe they will see some others to disprove that.

Livi is a born natural. Right over the steps, a couple grinds, and then a grind in a 2-1/2 foot shallow end. Well, maybe 3? Whatever. Livi rips.

Welcome back to town, Joseph Dirt. Death box grindah!

Evidence LXVIII: High Profile and a New Permission

Back to a super high profile Scottsdale bowl. The Haboob was rolling in, wind and dust were blowing, but we had to do the deed. B-Romulan has become the proficient shallow end grinder. 

Hoss tackles the deep. 

Evidence remains. 

We scoped another North Scottsdale spot. Definitely lived in, so we knocked. Martin answered the call of the Silversmith with the silver tongue -- Hoss talked us into the backyard. Matin looked a little like the martian in the Jetsons, hence our new nickname for him: My Favorite Martin. But he said we could clean it up and ride. Killer 1960s big bowl, maybe 10+ feet deep, but rough and cancerous. We will check it and get back to you. 

Have never seen this logo before. 

Wood-core diving board passes the Barney inspection.

Evidence LXVII: Back to the Front

Back the the small one. Got spooked by a nosy neighbor, had to split but not before the commencing commenced. B-Romulan takes it out on the coping, FSG.

Adventures of Shitwig, Part III

Cody Boat saw this one up in PDX in a collage of Chris Brunkhart photos. This was a pool we skated around 1989 or 1990 (late shitwig period) in Issaquah. Chris used a photo of me on the cover of his mag, Boardsports Northwest. Yeah, kind of a weird name, maybe going for the all-inclusive angle there, although at the time it was skating and snowbrucing.

I went to this one with Mike Ranquet once. We were skating and a cop came through the house with his gun drawn and pointed at us, as we are shitting our pants in the shallow end. He's barking shit at us like, "What the hell are you doing?" "Uh, skating?" we answered. "Outta the pool!" He pointed the gun at our heads and directed us to stand against a wall. He went through our pockets, and felt a camera in mine. "What is that!" he barked. "A camera," I replied. He had the gun pointed at my head from about 2 feet away. It was gnarly. He then handcuffed my left wrist to Mike's right wrist, and led us out to his car, where he locked us in. Despite the fact that we told him it was just us two, and we hadn't even been inside the house, he told us he was going in to check the rest of the house. While he was in the house, I got out my camera and took a photo of Mike and me in the back of the cop car. Still have it somewhere -- and I published it in Pool Dust. Maybe I will have to dig it out. He came back in 5 minutes, and told us to wait while he called the realtor. When he got in touch with the realtor, he or she said no problem, just let us go, so we split, nervously laughing.

I went back a month or so later, figuring that if the realtor didn't care, it was on. Another cop showed up, and I and Eric Nadler got tickets since we'd been warned before. I showed up to court totally unprepared, but Nadler had a public pretender. I asked if he would cover me too, or handle us together, and he reluctantly agreed. We got off with 6 months probation. A little over 6 months later, they were tearing down the pool, so we went back for some final rides as the workers were there to tear it down. Should I find the Ranquet photo, and/or the cover shot? Here's some other shit I ripped offa Facespace.

Me, rock 'n' roll. 

Davey Rogers, FSA. 

Amy Browne, Russ Browne, Davey and Me as they are tearing it down.

Davey Rogers and a page from a zine he never put out.

Evidence LXVI: Larbitude

This is how true professional DJs change records. I have a lot to learn. In the meantime, our pal Shitler has posted some Larbitude. Spot the Barney.

Evidence LXV: Another Shorty

Courtman had a gem in a known vicinity, and it was a go. Hop, skip and jump, dogs barking, but nobody seemed to care. Craig gets a start as the full moon illuminates the session.

Stopped by Court's to see the dreaded cat. 

Evidence mounts. 

Ain't that the truth. But I wonder if you're a little kid looking at this framed poster everyday if it somehow warps your mind. What can I say? Shit's trippy. 

Unconventional skimmer box cover, this denotes death (box). 

Dickborg vastly ougrinds mortal humanoids, and goes FS over the death. Note the chalky dust on his hands, and imagine how that made the pools slippery.

What can I say? Dickborg again, over the stairs and FSG.

Happy Weekend!

A tune I've been playing out lately that remains a bit of a mystery, at least after a little bit of searching on the internets. Connie Clark is rumored to be the white Motown singer Chris Clark, but it ain't so. Other info about Connie Clark is super hard to come by. Let me know if you track down any info. This track is guaranteed to get anyone with a pulse moving.

And if you care (I'm sure you do!), I did a two-hour set on erratic radio a couple weeks ago, and it is now online. Go to www.erraticradio.com and check it out under DJ Chorro Explosivo. I've got four or five other sets archived, including under DJ Horsepussy.

Las night was the Phoenix skate park's 15-year anniversary. Good times! Thanks to the Cowtown folks and everyone else who made it happen!