It’s that time again…

Well, fall is winding down, and the pre Holiday season is ramping up. The signs are everywhere: this morning was the first frost, for instance. But what really amps me up about the pre holiday season.

Yes, that’s correct. Candy Cane Joe Joes.

And they allowed me to fart around with the camera some more. I was playing with the digital macro feature. The first pic is evidence of that. The lighting wasn’t great so I went black and white, hoping to trick of all you into thinking I was the next Ansel Adams. Then I realized I could muck around with exposure and other settings. That is shown in the last pic. Not bad.

Back to the pre-holiday season, I only have one gripe. Yes, just one. Yesterday, November 6th, 2007, I was walking through the Burlington Mall and I saw Santa. YES, Santa, at the mall. Wow, soooo early. Even worse? There was a line to see him. YUCK!

Out Of Step: Faces Of Straight Edge – Empire Press – 2007

It isn’t too frequently that we receive books to review. In fact, I think HYE? has only ever received three books ever. In the case of books, the quality out weighs the quantity. What Southern Empire Records is presenting here is a glimpse into the lives of straight edge men, women and children outside of the hardcore show. There are 60-70 black and white photos with very minimal text describing each image — basic information like name, age, how long edge and occupation.

Overall, Faces Of Straight Edge is a great coffee table piece. The pictures are intriguing with great sets and interesting stances. Most of the pictures are so powerful that they don’t really required text blurbs. The format is also a nice touch. It’s no DIY cut and paste zine, but the simple layout really lends itself nicely to a high quality table book. One you don’t mind if your nosy neighbors or grandparents flip through.

All this praise doesn’t mean the book is flawless though. I certainly have a few points to pick with it. First and foremost were some questions I couldn’t get out of my head while looking at these pics, “Who are these people? Where did they find them? Why should I care about them and are they still straight edge now?” Maybe my PMA has gone dull, but that’s all I could think about.

At times, it feels that the photographer has gone WAY out of his way to track down these individuals. I mean, c’mon, an “anarchist primitivist,” a “bike punk/sex worker” who has been straight edge for one year … It’s as if he dug out all the weirdos and wackos in order to take a prettier picture. I understand he is trying to show how the straight edge community is built upon the backs of unique individuals, but this guy is really stretching. Call my PMA into question again, but I don’t think I would want to feature any person who has been straight edge for less than 5 years, or is under the edge 21. I’ve known too many people who have been “true to 21” to think otherwise. But hey, that’s just me.

The other part of that repeating question was “who are these people and why should I care?” This book features over 60 people and after flipping through it, I would say I recognized only 3-4 people. A few I have met and a few I only know through the internet or via their reputation. The rest of the individuals are complete strangers to me. I’m sure the anonymity of the individual was the goal of the book (hearkening back to the “it takes all kinds” sentiment), but after checking out the pics, I still wonder, “why should I care?” I don’t know this chef, I don’t know that repossession agent. I wouldn’t say I’m a big name scenester or anything (my head hasn’t swelled that much), but I know a lot of people, coast to coast, continent to continent. And to know so few people in this book leaves it a little flat for me.

Now I’m not looking for a book with 400 pictures of Tim McMahons, Sweet Petes and Larry Ransoms. That’s probably been done a million times before. This one is thinking outside of that box, I know this. I know this. But some sense of familiarity would be nice.

Past those question, my other point of criticism is the overall lack of hardcore community. In my mind, without a hardcore show or inclusive hardcore scene, these people may as well just call themselves “drug free.” I understand that straight edge is about those 3 tenets but in my little world, straight edge is more like a brotherhood united by one thing: the hardcore show. To remove the show from these pics feels like removing the greater spirit. It probably didn’t help when the publisher told me, “I have an aversion to shows these days.”

Again, maybe it’s just me and my little world, but my sense of straight edge involves stage diving at local VFW halls on Tuesday nights which always then lead to Wednesday morning struggles at work. Like I said, without that sense of community where is the need for the straight edge label? Where is the need for any label, for that matter? I know a few happily married adults who neither drink nor smoke but they wouldn’t have any idea what straight edge is. In fact, I’m sure if I was to ask them, they wouldn’t even think to label their lifestyle.

Again, I’m sure the pictures were taken outside of this environment to show, “hey, we’re people just like you.” But what is the point to that? The audience this book is being sold to is more than likely straight edge kids between the age of 17 and 24. Most of those people don’t even own coffee tables. The “just like you” individual, is in fact one of the people who could be featured in this book. The casual reader is the straight edge individual.

Enough ranting and raving because in reality (outside my little world), this book is truly well done. It’s an interesting perspective on straight edge in America, the crazy cast of characters and the lifestyles they lead. The photos are top notch and the art direction is classically simple. Adding a few Xed hands and the title “straight edge” takes it from a nice photo album to a subculture overview via photographic evidence. I am a fan. The book hits shelves this month so make sure to go buy a copy now. Peace!

I Saw Floorpunch in 2007 and All I Got was This Print (For Someone Else)

Floorpunch was awesome. Floorpunch in 2007 was still awesome. Good times. Here’s a print by Linas Garsys for the show. Note how it is limited to 88. Maybe 12 were shredded …

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Floorpunch was awesome. Floorpunch in 2007 was still awesome. Good times. Here’s a print by Linas Garsys for the show. Note how it is limited to 88. Maybe 12 were shredded …

Sweet. Enjoy.

Where’s Waldo?

Do you ever go through stacks of show pics looking for yourself? I can’t be the only one. I know I do it all the time. I was never in a band, never really roadied for a band so it isn’t like anyone ever had a reason to take a pic of my mug. Somehow I still spend way too much time trying to spot myself.

Last weekend was Edge Day (Observed). Ten Yard Fight / First And Ten / Wrench, Clevo and Resist Dudes played. There was moshing, there was stage diving. There was even head walking, apparently. So here goes, where’s waldo?

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Do you ever go through stacks of show pics looking for yourself? I can’t be the only one. I know I do it all the time. I was never in a band, never really roadied for a band so it isn’t like anyone ever had a reason to take a pic of my mug. Somehow I still spend way too much time trying to spot myself.

Last weekend was Edge Day (Observed). Ten Yard Fight / First And Ten / Wrench, Clevo and Resist Dudes played. There was moshing, there was stage diving. There was even head walking, apparently. So here goes, where’s waldo?

Too much time on my hands? Yeah, probably. Fuck, I love Ten Yard Fight!

Pics borrowed liberally from Dan Future-Breed (great dude, top notch pics) and Manny Minority Threat (I don’t know Manny, at least not by sight. He has probably caught the best pic of me though).

Pellinore – Memento Mori/Hell Mouth – Strike 3 Records #03- 2007

This is heavy. Out and out heavy. Pellinore hail from New Jersey, but they have a definite Cleveland influence. I wouldn’t be surprised if they kill it in Ohio.

Plenty of slow mosh, plenty of fast mosh, lots of hard breakdowns. This band basically takes all the good stuff and lumps it into one song. What’s awesome is that most of these dudes are just high schoolers. I wasn’t doing anything remotely as cool as this in high school. Not even close. I never would have thought to use this scary ass artwork for my cd then either. This shit is borderline creepy eerie. Not creepy like 70s mustaches, but creepy like your soul shivering. Awesome.

If you like bands like Cold Sweat, Mind Eraser, Ringworm, … you will definitely be into Pellinore. If you only like Youth Of Today, you may just want to stick with Youth Of Today. Fuck, how good is Youth Of Today? Shit, so good.

A Few Updates From The HYE? Team …

Just a few things.

1. I updated my method for adding shirts to the Shirt Archive. Now when you send shirts to me, it won’t take years to up them. That’s a good thing.

2. I added some sweet collection pics from Orhun. Check it.

3. I’ve heard some complaints lately about the submission process on the Trade Board. Believe me, I do this with all of you in mind. Case in point (name hidden to protect the young, innocent hardcore kid):

This list didn’t cut the mustard and wasn’t added. If there was no submission process, this one would have slipped through. Every time a list is added, the search feature gets slower and slower. Be glad you have me here to separate the wheat from the chaff.

4. I have some free time this week so if you have any suggestions for HYE? hit me up. Peace.

MKIV GTI Parts For Sale (Matchstick Red)

I recently sold my 2001 mkiv matchstick red GTI. Sad but true. I now have some leftover stuff that I need to pass on.

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I recently sold my 2001 mkiv matchstick red GTI. Sad but true. I now have some leftover stuff that I need to pass on.

And I just realized I have a ton of parts that will do nothing for my IY 20th. I’ll post stuff up here and probably later on craigslist, but you guys are getting first dibs.

Monster Mats. Used 2-3 seasons. Yours for $40

3 back seat head rests (how’d I not see these on sell back??), $30

Matchstick red touch up paint pen and at least 2/3 full 12.5 oz spray can (I was going to work on valances but never got around to it. Just did the rear emblem and some touch up on the front). Not sure how full pen is. $20

Stock side markers, no bulbs. No idea where they went. $5

Let me know. Best offers accepted. Also looking for some winter wheels for my IY. I have steelies but no rubber. Let me know.

Check the Contact page for my info. Hit me up on aim if you want too, howsyredge.

Peace

Check this pic …

Earler today, this image came to my inbox from a person I didn’t know and have never spoken to before. Also, the email was lacking any text, it was just the pic. Hell, it didn’t even have a subject line — I initially thought it was spam.

I replied to the dude asking what it was and why he sent it. Here is his reply.

haha i don’t know, i made this a year ago and i always forgot to send it youi was bored that day i think.
you like it?

Awesome! Keep the hand drawn pics flowing.

Reminiscing: Airwalk Lava 600

When I was a kid, I was a pretend skate rat. I had a nash board and couldn’t ollie over a penny. It was a little sad. That didn’t prevent me from skating up and down the driveway for hours on end, of course.

One day, I went semi legit. And it was only because of the sneakers my mom brought back for me on a work trip. Normally, I would wear some basketball kicks (despite never playing basketball). Not Jordans. No way. More like Pony and British Knight. We were never well off, but one time my surprised me with some new kicks. The Airwalk Lava 600. My mind was BLOWN away.

These sneakers were the epitome of awesome. You gotta remember, this was the mid 80s and everything neon was cool. Most of my shoes were black and white as Pony and BK were pretty chill sneakers. These nearly jumped out of the box at you. And the lace save — Unheard of technology, for sure. Pretty much space age quality stuff.

I wore the hell out of these shoes and then they got sent to the basement. Where they stayed for years. It wasn’t until my dad redid the basement back in the late 90s that they were tossed. I wish I had gone back and scooped them pre-trash run. oh well.

If anyone has a pair, hook a brother up. Peace!

Check this pic …

Earler today, this image came to my inbox from a person I didn’t know and have never spoken to before. Also, the email was lacking any text, it was just the pic. Hell, it didn’t even have a subject line — I initially thought it was spam.

I replied to the dude asking what it was and why he sent it. Here is his reply.

haha i don’t know, i made this a year ago and i always forgot to send it youi was bored that day i think.
you like it?

Awesome! Keep the hand drawn pics flowing.