My Other Family

We went to Little Stevie's recording studio in Union,

New Jersey for a live recording session with our new

best friend, Rich Russo from 101.9 RXP. Wyldlife is

becoming the reason for my existence, and I wouldn't

have it any other way.

"Switchblade" Sam on the thing that goes "Weeeeoooww

Weeoooww widdly-widdly weeeooooowww!"

Ray Gunz on the thing that goes "Buh-Buh buh buh buh

buddly buh buh!"

Last but certainly not least, Rabid Russ on the thing that

goes "Crash! Boom! Boo cao! ssshhhhHHHSHHHH

BANG!"

Myself with the future roadie of the Wyldlife Foundation,

Kenny AKA the coolest motherfucker alive.

Dude, You're Blowing It

Sup guys? Sorry I haven't posted in so long. Things have been getting kinda crazy at school, and a lot of my blogging activity has been taken up by this journalism project I've been working on. It's going to be sick once it's all complete, and is focused around the skateboarding scene in Jersey City. Good shit to come.

Let's see. Since the last time I posted, I have been playing numerous shows with Wyldlife including once sold out show at Webster Hall. That got us a spot on Rich Russo's Anything Anything show, which is the best radio program on the East Coast. We're also doing a taping for this music website and it is somehow related to Steve Van Zandt. All this juggled with some shows scattered around NYC and a forthcoming Wyldlife EP.

It's finally warm out (perhaps it's already too warm out) and so I'm skating a lot and sweating even more. That comes with the territory I suppose. Hoping to get the homies together to skate more again, if only this goddamn school would end. I've also gotten Wanda the Honda out of storage so I've been riding that beast around town a bit.

Good things are coming, it's just a lot of juggling between different projects. Please excuse my lack of posting. Until the next time, pump up some Nick Cave.

-Dave.

Wyldlife strikes Jeresy City Once Again

Wyldlife had a show last weekend at 58 Gallery. The

gang assembled at my place before everything got started.

From left to right: "Rusty" Russ Barnett, Myself, Spencer

Alexander A.K.A. Ray Guns, and "Switchblade" Sam Allen.

Can't play on an empty stomach. We caught a trip to

Hollywood Fried Chicken.

Russ was hyped on his meal...

...Was hyped on his meal.

Beers!

The always necessary silly shot.

After going to the marvelous Lucky 7s bar, Russ ducked

out to have sex with his girlfriend (understandably so)

and so the rest of us went to 24/7 deli. Here, I blogged a

photo of me blogging a photo of me, who was blogging a

photo of me blogging a photo of me...

Dreams do come true.

I guess you could say that we're on a roll!

Oh it's Such a Perfect Day

Remember that episode of Hey Arnold where he plans his

awesome day out (activities included waking up super

early and watching cartoons with the ridiculously sugary

cereal and biking down the steepest hill in the city)? Well,

about a week ago, when I saw my micro-economics test

approaching, I vowed to myself that once school ended at

noon, I was gonna make it a great day. And unlike Arnold,

my day went according to plan and truly was flawless.

Let's have a recap:

Met up with my comrade Calder Kollmorgen after what

I believe was a successful test. We had a great skate at the

rink where homie got his tre flips back and helped me to

learn 360 shoves (Tompkins' hottest new trick).

Afterward, I had to get some food in me for my tattoo

appointment. I was psyched to finally be getting Spencer

Alexander's art on me. For those who don't know, Spencer

is the bassist in Wyldlife and one of my closest friends.

Calder was juiced to get his sandwich. Thanks, 24/7 deli.

I was saving for this expenditure for a month or so now.

The tattoo, not the sandwich.

Arrived with our meals at the wonderful JC Tattoo shop

in beautiful downtown Jersey City!

While we ate, Calder pumped me up by showing me his

first piece done some time ago: the tribute to the

Millenium Falcoln (Hans Solo won that shit fair

and square).

His newest addition is a Boba Fett helmet in the Mexican

skull style.

Getting settled, remaining feral.

Euphoria sweeps over.

Ma, you did a great job of raising your boy, so please,

dry your eyes.

Chuck Daly, hard at work.

Thanks, Chuck! I was thoroughly hyped. Chuck does

great work so if you're in the area, get to him or Adam

(also excellent with the ink and needle).

Another satisfied customer.

Shouts to Spencer Alexander, AKA Ray Guns for his

brilliant artwork. Couldn't be more happy to be

down for life, homie!

After another brief skate session and a free haircut at my

place of work, it was party time back at the crib.

Of course, all the homies were in attendance! From left

to right: John Rowley, Calder Kollmorgen (call MORE-gan)

Owen Miller, and Cliff Tomcyzk (TOM-check).

Brewed down, bro'd out, and went to the bar. A few drinks

later it was time for a nice meal and a viewing of Plan B's

Questionable with John.

All in all it was a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you.

P.S. Wyldlife is playing tomorrow night, March 5th, at

9:15pm with special guest opening, Big E. 58 Coles St.

at the infamous 58 Gallery. BE THERE!

Keep Dreaming, Kid

Wyldlife played last Saturday at the ramp. It was an epic

show and our good friends, Silver Bullet, joined us on the

bill. I kinda want to kick myself for not bringing my

camera. I'm making a promise to myself and to all of you

that I will bring it to the 58 Gallery show this Friday.

Anyways, this is the morning after. It turned into

a bit of a tent city at my place, and I snagged this photo

before everyone was up. That's not creepy, right?

Get a room! Nah, only joking.

Young Americans and Teenage Wildlife

Hopped in to Lucky's for their David Bowie tribute night

Lotta Ziggy Stardusts and Lady Grinning Souls in
attendance. Johnny super creeping into the shot.

The prettiest star for the drive in Saturday. What do you

think, too many puns?

Hey! Remember the drunk accordion player from
Thomas Francis Takes His Chances?

Panamanian devil, Jose "Felix" and his lovely girlfriend,
Princess Becky.

Goodness! Looks like they need some alone time.

Someone oughta tell John... (NOTE: Nicotine patch)

Growlin' Prowlin' Rowley, up to his old tricks.

It's more like Paul Stanley, but how can you talk
rock and roll semantics if you're too timid to speak?

These girls really went all out.

I mean really went all out.

John and a girl with whom he has no chance.

Goth dork (I have a bad habit of borrowing people's
eyeglasses and trying them on. I should really quit it.
Sorry, John).

Viva la Bowie!

Just from her face, I can kinda see where this went.

Lonesome cowboy Bill, not so lonesome.

John was thoroughly over the night. He later grabbed
some glasses and threw them out our window to prove
Newtonian physics exists.

Owls + balloons=punk rock.

Heart skulls + stars=rock=the way to my love.

EDITOR'S NOTE: I later found out this was the Alkaline

Trio logo. Mannnnn...

Ended the night by going back to these fine ladies' home
to shoot BB guns at four in the morning indoors.