Today is the ten year anniversary of two of the last decade’s top ten rap records (number one, and number eight or nine, respectively). This date marked the beginning of the end for New York’s hold on musical relevancy that expired around the time Trap Music came out, and has not experienced a resurgence since. And probably never will. (Disclaimer to casual readers: Quarter snacks does not acknowledge modern genres of music outside of rap, so MGMT, Animal Collective, and other gay Brooklyn bands do not have any effect on the city’s musical relevancy.)

In the midst of all the Banks-being-closed-for-four-years talk, the dream topic of the Little Banks’ reinstatement is something that should be addressed. If you have any ideas as to how to convince the idiots in the public works department who prefer overgrown weeds, homeless people and heroin needles over skateboarders that a revival would be a good look, please share your ideas here.

Anthony Pappalardo is like the Stephan Marbury of skateboarding. He’s somehow Converse’s star player, but literally doesn’t do anything. I know that half of Long Island will be out for blood upon reading that, but after about a decade, old video parts don’t really subsidize a lack of heart when the rest of the team is out there on the court killing it every night. Someone give Sammy Baca a shoe, he actually skates.

So much for the Parks Department’s age-old excuse of kicking us out because we’re “damaging the property.” Last time I checked, snow doesn’t experience “property damage.” But they seem to feel otherwise. At least we’re not the only ones suffering at the hands of discrimination.

Still pretty much the best European on a skateboard after all these years.

What an idiot.

Quote of the Week: “He has yellow fever. I don’t like niggas who got yellow fever.” - B.B. the Boss

If you don’t know, then it is time to learn something.

Thanks for ruining the routine I have had for the past eight years, scumbags.

P.S. Any questions about the relevancy of this post or demands for “real” updates will be deleted. This is bigger than skateboarding.

1958: A Great Day in Harlem

2009: A Bad Day in the L.E.S.

My how things have changed over the years.

It is is 4:17 a.m. and I just recently finished watching the Green Diamond video for the first time (skate shop screenings not counting), and I feel a certain inquiry must be made…

Does anyone know how Kyle Iles takes falls like he does when he is over the age of fourteen? It seems to me that any other individual that has lived an excess of fourteen years would be either hospitalized or spontaneously combust in the event of such falls as presented in this video document being sold now at Autumn, KCDC and Supreme for $10 USD. Does he take vitamins? Eat right? Get a lot of sleep? Acupuncture classes? Drugs? Seriously, what is it? I do not think it is possible for someone in that above-fourteen age bracket to sustain such mishaps without the assistance of some sort of external agent.

Perhaps Kyle smokes PCP. Like the famous scene in The Terminator (the 1984 version, not that piece of shit that they released in theaters a few weeks ago), when a police officer alludes to the possibility of Arnold’s character being on such a substance after punching through a car window and walking away unscathed, it appears quite possible that a similar dynamic is at work here. Skateboarding for fun is one thing. But it seems that valiant efforts at filming really good tricks, like this part seems to be doing, much too commonly fall on deaf ears (or blind eyes), since the target audience for skate videos nowadays has slowly become closet homosexual skateboarders (who only pretend to actually do things on their boards) interested in scrutinizing every possible nuance of someone’s outfit instead of actually appreciating the death-defying feats that the said individual poured his heart and sanity into, rendering efforts at good skateboarding and the target audience a rather mismatched pair. Yet, there is always the possibility that Kyle enjoys falling, or that he is some sort of robotic machine sent from the future. Or it could be an illegal substance helping him live through the trials an tribulations of filming a beyond excellent video part, namely in the realm of a black-dust narcotic substance. Or vitamins. Or the almighty Creator might just have a particular preference for Kyle’s brand of skateboarding and he frequently engages in dialogue with the Lord before and after sessions.

So, to return to my initial point… is there any diet restructuring or yoga classes that everyone else can take to enable sustaining such immense physical hardships when trying tricks on skateboards? Usually, when I fall, my life flashes before my eyes, after which I go home and go to sleep. Is there any way to avoid this?