Monthly Archives: July 2005

Gator, dude!


Again a film tip. This one is about the rise and fall of ‘Gator’. When I started
skateboarding round 1987, Gator was the shit. He was Mr. Skateboard back
then and had so many coverage in (skateboard)magazines in these days.

In the 80’s skateboarding was all about vert instead to the 70’s, when it was
all about pool skating. My first influences of independent youngsters were
these vert skaters like Gator, Hosoi, Jason Jessee, Tony Hawk, Jeff Phillips,
Kevin Staab, Lance Mountain, Steve Caballero and so on… They are all in the
documentary. They were pop stars, making thousends of dollars. But Gator
was the biggest. He hang out with people like Cindy Crawford, Micheal
Hutchence and other celebs. He was the skatergod. But he became his own
gimmick after some time.

In that period skateboarding came into the 90’s and street skating became
the new thing. Goodbye to vert skateboard hero’s of the 80’s. Gator didn’t fit
in the new evolution period of skateboarding, and got really into drinking and
shit. He is now in jail since 1991, and he will be there till 2022. In the meantime
he will be dreaming and thinking were did I take the wrong boardslide.

On the picture above you see me wearing a Gator beanie on my head back in
1988 at the Energiehal, Rotterdam (and that hair, laughter). But icons through
time will always change.

I said Yes!


Yesterday I saw (finally) the documentary ‘The Yes Men’. I wanted to see
this film for a long time. They showed it on the IDFA in 2004 and won the
audience award. I missed it then. Now you can rent it at your local videostore.
So check it out. I am not giving you any details about these guys, but I sure
do love em. What they did to the WTO, wowie! But some of you readers will
probably now them already.

The Yes Men website
The Yes Men on wikipedia



I had some crazy weeks. Thank God, Allah and all the Greek Gods for saving
Channel for serious injuries. She had a serious car accident. Luckly she only
had an concussion. It could be far more worse. Now she is a member of the
Concussion club. I am the president, cause I had it five times, laughter…

First of all Rufus.K and I would like to congratulate Boris Barisic (on the
picture above) with his outstanding graduation work, and with the winning
of the drempelprijs. Mad Props to him and check him out in a future near you…

Check out my friend Danny Kiebert’s new sideprojects. The first one
are his Korvs and the second is his T-shirt line. I will have a fresh
MSX shirt on his new T-shirt line soon… More about that later.

There is a funny article about the Fret Click in the latest Fluff magazine. And
we made a superb spread for Blend magazine.

In the upcoming weeks, you won’t hear a lot from me, cause I will be out there
in Europe…

Photo: Roel van Tour

rap betekent vlot


One of the coolest (and best) graduation pieces of this years’ Willem
de Kooning
harvest is definately ‘Philip Da Illest’ in which Dutch anchor
man Philip Freriks proves that the Nine o’ Clock News really is surreal.
Especially through the eyes of Matthijs Vlot, who made this incredibly
hilarious video. Hyper, Hyper, Hyper R.E.A.L.I.T.Y., baby! Do yourself
a big favour and click here. And then, when you’re done, click it again
and again and again… If I would be in any way responsible for a vivid
Rotterdam film-slash-audiovisual climate, I’d put my money on horses
like these.

And then there’s this. Just what ‘shorts’ should be like. Good n’ short.



In an earlier post Rufus.K talked about this project. Here above on the
picture you can see the result.

photo: Roel van Tour

Go see the doctor!


Last sunday Koot and I had this VJ gig which I mentioned in an earlier post.
We had to do the visuals at two gigs. The theme was ‘Free Spirit’ and the
bands were Hermeto Pascoal and Steven Bernstein’s Sex Mob. Both of them
were quite good. The video-screen set up was terrible, aswell as the whole
stage design. I can’t get it… So many great bands, so much funding, but the
way it looks is boyyyy so ugly… In my opinion the North Sea Jazz festival is
for people with a yacht or a doctor with a doctor’s office.

Oh yeah, we had two new mediapublications last weekend. One was in the
NRC Handelsblad and the other was in the Rotterdams Dagblad.

Fetch the Engine


Here’s the problem. Yesterday morning Gyz called me about the bombings
in London. So I knew about them. I watched some tv and went here (the old
office). I then forgot about it. Did some work, posted a piece on ‘birds’ (see
yesterdays post), went for something to eat at Rotown, talked (amongst other
things) about the London situation and what it meant to the world with high
school comrade Joachim, who was sitting at the table next to mine and finally
I went home to paint some (which eventually I didn’t do).

When I was home I turned on the tv again and put it on a dutch channel (Ned.
2) to see the entire ‘show’ with all the angles and what have you. I don’t know
why they do this, but every time a ‘really big event’ is taking place (such as
famous soccer player weddings, nine eleven, burials of princes, stuff like that)
the dutch broadcasting network gladly sacrifices their regularly scheduled air
time for a continuous media mix of live updates, all sorts of ‘specialised talking
heads’ in studios, mini items on the event throughout history (yesterday I saw
‘subway bombings throughout the last century – a brief summary’), interwiews
with traumatized witnesses and interviews with dutch people of widely varied
opinions. Anyway, so be it, but I truly cannot see why, if something really nice
happens —like some guy baking a really huge pie— there will never be a
night-long special about a happy event such as that. Pie bakers enter the studio
to report on their experiences on baking huge pie, then there’s a nice edit on
huge pie baking throughout the last hundred years, I mean… c’mon man! Why
can’t there be something like that? And I really don’t believe reasons like ‘people
don’t want to see good news, they want to see bad news so that they can feel
good about their shitty lives… that’s just crap!

Anyway, the reason I’m writing this while you all see pictures of ‘Rushmore’ and
‘Johnny Wonka’ underneath the london subway map is the following. After an
hour of Ned. 2 watching I came to another conclusion, namely that I began to
understand how bad these violent acts really were only because I had seen the
consequences on tv. I had talked about the bombings, thought about them, but
I could only FEEL what discusting and horrible situation it must have been when
I saw it on tv. Then I turned the tv off. I had seen enough. I knew how bad it
was and dutch ‘specialists’ had informed me on how dangerous it was and how
dangerous it will be for us, the dutchies! My oh my… How convenient this all is
for some people who are really better of when the people are scared stiff.

That’s when I knew I had to do something completely different, after all it
were the phlegmatic Londonners on London streets who inspired me to remain
calm and check out Wes Andersons ‘Rushmore’ again. It was then that I found
out Owen Wilson was co-creditted ‘writer’ on that thing as well, just like on ‘the
royal tenenbaums’, which I had first seen a week ago when recording ‘the new
generation of Rotterdam math-rockers’ the hands’ first effort in a studio (which
went splendid). Since yesterday I’m sure these two guys (Wes Anderson and
Owen Wilson) mean a lot to me. They have the capability to sooth me in my
darkest moments with their fairytale-like love and life stories. So thank you,
gentlemen. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to escape everyday hassle
by letting me be in another universe for one and a half hours. Just like I expect
Tim Burtons’ ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’ to do when I go see that.
See the magnificent trailer over here. Today I read Wes Anderson is also
working on a ‘Roald Dahl film’, namely ‘The fantastic Mr. Fox’. I remember
reading it when I was an even smaller child and that I was imagining eating all
the food Mr. Fox had collected at one point in the book. It was just such a nicely
balanced accumulation of niceness and feelgood. Only Roald Dahl could do that
back then. And that’s about all I recall from that book. All that food… and all
the niceness.

more on birds


A lot of stuff happened, which I did not tell you all about thru this website. I
mean, apart from the art related stuff, but then again… isn’t it all art related
in a way? Anyway, this has been kind of a bluesy year for me, so far. Yet,
lately I sense a swiftly growing light coming from the dark end of the tunnel.
The tables are turning, one could say. But since one can never be sure about
such things, let’s leave it at this and knock the hell out of a piece of wood.

Speaking of girls making impacts, I saw El Bandita last Sunday kicking fucking
ass at the Metropolis Afterparty. She was truly amazing on that stage, in the
sense that she was a sort of Iggy Pop-ish rock junky wearing a pair of euro
thrash housepants, singing Joey Ramone-like lyrics to some really corny —yet
pretty kickass— beats and being brilliant at it. She topped the performance
by dancing a moonwalk all across the front of the stage, while whipping out a
clever guitar solo. Straight after the gig, I went backstage to ask her what a
man needed to do to make her marry him. ‘Well, first of all, cut off your dick’
was her electric lesbian punkrock response. This, of course, made me love
her even more. One more reason to see the riplets jam at the International
Skateboardchampionship Rotterdam Afterparty
at Nighttown, friday the

That same night a girl friend of mine pulled a really weird girly-trick on a guy
standing just outside the Consul Bar (used to be Rotterdam film bar, named
after the main character in ‘Under The Volcano’). A bum wouldn’t sell us his
bike for six and a half euros so we walked. Then, when I found some grass
in my pocket we went back for a last try and offered the guy six and a half
euros AND the narcotics. Nope. The bum was unbreakable. Besides, another
guy had already gone in the bar to break 50 euros and buy the bike for ten
and so our beloved bum was waiting just for those ten euros. The guy came
out, bought the bike and that was that. You’d think. This nameless girl I was
with started an I-don’t-know-what on the guy and eventually he sold her the
bike for 5 euros. FIVE! he had bought that bike 5 minutes before for ten euros
and was now selling it to my lady friend for five!!! Girls are amazing. Can you
imagine a guy buying a bike from a girl for 5 euros, which she just bought for
ten? I don’t think so. Anyway, ten minutes later I crashed my own bike into a
fence at central station, broke my handlebar and my face. My friend and me
both thought it’s good to make these occasional crashes. it provides one with
just the adrenalin the movie Fight Club is based upon. Besides, I was truly
wasted. All’s well that ends well.

It cannot be long before Lord Peterson drops his long awaited first twelve inch.
Just you bitches keep on squirting gasoline all over the fire!

(excellent bird drawing by a dude called Roger Tory Peterson)

Jazzy Gza


Just like last year I will be playing some video-work at the
North Sea Jazz festival this upcoming Sunday the 10th of July
in The Hague. It’s just confirmed, so I don’t know which bands
I’m going to work with, laughter…

videostill: Victor Vroegindeweij



photo: Roel van Tour