I have always had issues with that term. I never understood why the hell it had to be black for. Black out prices? Black out places? Cause people line up to buy shit when it’s black out? I can say with great certainty that I have never partaken in any Black Friday shopping or Cyber Monday clicking. Do I judge those that do? NO! I never judge, and neither should you.
In fact, we would like to participate once and for all in this Black Friday phenom and contribute to the frenzy.
Shop Our Shit! Shop Local Shit!
If we aren’t your local shit, then please refer back to number one.
Story of my life. I agree to do something and then I instantly regret it. Like drinking another beer when clearly I shouldn’t. Or like taking a shot when I already know that it’s more than likely going to make me vomit profusely. Or like wearing something I know does not compliment me well yet I Refuse to listen to my own personal Jiminy Cricket chirping in my head, (yes I have one except he dresses like a 1970′s pimp – hence the reason why I never listen to him).
Somethings that I never regret are supporting folks who support us. Doing events that expand our brand and get our name out there as much as possible. This weekend we were fortunate enough to have participated in what is sure to be an awesome event in the upcoming months. RideSFO hosted a PopUp Show in the SandStorm Warehouse. The drinks, food, & music provided were all awesome. The DJ didn’t play one song we didn’t like. The beer was plenty & the vibes were beautiful.
The SandStorm warehouse is a city block long. Complete with kitchen & bathrooms it is an awesome place to chill or host an event.
Peep some flicks from our instagram below.
The set up! Very convenient.
Only seen this shit on movies. First time on an SF rooftop. #poppincherries
Monday night on the 21st of May, we will be at Fahrenheit in the wonderful downtown area of San Jose. There will be live painting, live dj’ing, and live bartending. If you want to get sauced up by a rookie bartender who is heavy on liquor pouring I suggest you call in late the night before to your job and head over and say hello. There is no cover charge and you get to hang out with cool people who think you are pretty cool too.
It’s about to get Coyote Ugly in this piece.
If you want some shirts or bows or would like to buy one of the paintings from the Cali Series let us know ahead of time and we will bring them over for your easy purchasing convenience!
It has been said that when you put your mind to something, there is a chance you might go far. There is also a chance you might get distracted and start watching TV instead. We like to stay away from option B as best we can and turn our heads from inviting remote controls with their tempting vices that promise we can watch whatever we want to watch whenever we want to watch it. NO!
Instead, we surf the net, find cool shit, talk cool shit, and sometimes try and collaborate cool shit with cool people. Our brother’s from another mother have done us an honor in painting the Cali Series. We shot the idea over, and homie took it to a level we couldn’t have ever imagined.
Painted on canvases handcrafted by carpenters who just so happen to be prison inmates at a Bolivian prison, El Abra. Adding flaws, texture, history, & a one-of-a-kindness you really couldn’t get in any other series today. Hand-painted w/ oils and other forms of mixed media.
You can head over to The Facebook page and peep the progression
But here is a little re-cap w/ notes from our esteemed artist, Alex Urquidi.
“Being a South American artist I had to place Brazil in the mix due to the love and hospitality we south Americans have. Brazil is a BLAST OF COLOR, a hot weathered ambient, a HUGE HEART. It is HAPPINESS, LOVE, SOUND, LOUDNESS, SUNSHINE, DANCE, It is the fire starter of LATIN AMERICA. IT’s BRAZIL!!!!”
“The word alone is synonymous with crime. But for us artists who come from the streets, it’s the most brutal art form, The truest. It is done for the LOVE of art because most times it is done for without compensation. It is the poetry of the streets, the flowers of the concrete jungle, a voice for a unheard people. GRAFFITI tells a story in every spray.”
“Japan was chosen in representation of all ASIANS in California. A culture made of honor and pride and rich in it’s arts. Tattoos are in every painting of the series, and you cannot have one without the other. Japan has created and invented some of the most amazing body art ever seen. I personally LOVE Japanese art and have allowed it to influence me entirely. I always go back to it for new inspiration.”
“California is Mexico. There is not one person in Cali who doesn’t know a word of Spanish. It’s the seasoning of the Californian culture. For more than one reason I had to put it in the series. Its colors and traditions are engraved in every in inch of California.”
“Jamaica is a country so full of sound, color and passion that it could not be left out of a series that symbolizes LOVE. For many it represents freedom, screams out peace, it makes you move your body to their reggae BEATS. IN 1 WORD SUMMED UP – Jamaica = LOVE! The image of Robert ‘BOB’ Nesta Marley alone symbolizes HOPE for a better tomorrow & fills the spirit with LOVE……”
“Without the bay I wouldn’t exist as the person I am today. My time there exposed me to all its CHARMS. GOOD ONES AND BAD ONES. But that’s how we are cut in the bay. A true Californian has lived life to the fullest. It’s an abyss of so many cultures that it boils up to a DEVINE PLACE. One can almost be everywhere in the world being in just one place. I LOVE MY BAY AREA and all its people and what each one has to offer. I AM A PERSON WHO NEVER FORGETS WHERE I CAME FROM.
The entire series came together as a THANK YOU to California, to good friends, to an experience lived in my past. Furthermore, as a thank to all that has occurred in my life. A gratefulness to be able to do my art and to have achieved and become the person and artist that I am. It’s ALL FOR THE LOVE FOR ART………”
It’s where you learn if you are going to be a good guy or a bad guy or perhaps a little bit of both. Where putting firecrackers up a cats ass on Fourth of July is a norm, whether you really did it or just talked about doing it. Where the ‘ding ding’ man – the Bentley of ice cream trucks – made it’s one time lap around your block and you knew you had about 2-3 minutes to beg your mom for change or steal it from her one way or the other to get that real ice cream and not that pre-packaged shit the other guys had. Other ice cream trucks frequented the block so often it didn’t really matter as much to get their kind. And since it was generally the same ice cream man every time it stopped being about ice cream with him and more of a ‘how many ways can I fuck with him’ game. Like jumping on the back of his truck and catching a little ride around the block until he noticed you were there and stopped. Or asking him for an ice cream and taking it and running…
When playing outside literally meant playing outside, hiking orchards that are now ‘apartment communities’, riding bikes, catching ‘crawdads’ in the creek, catching blue belly lizards and sickin’ them on little kids, playing tag, cartoon tag, freeze tag, Chinese jump rope, jump the creek…
Let us not forget how your hood could not be a hood lest it had it’s own ‘crazy’. You know the dude that walks around always rantin’ and raving about something, until you stop him and make him say the one thing he always says to make you guys all laugh. And no Saturday evening was complete without the sounds of the ‘ghetto-bird’ making it’s routine rounds while you and your friends did everything you could to get them to shine the light on you…
Where Hank Lopez Center was around the corner and every so often your mom would let you walk there for a B-Boy Jam…
Going to a Bboy jam now brings on a feeling of nostalgia that I welcome with open arms.
Refuse Routine is proudly sponsoring King Of The Hill 2; Winter Breaks.
You can catch us there in our booth silently fighting urges to up-rock, continuate, and head spin…