Veronica said to me multiple times, “You should film with Mau.” Before Breckville I had filmed clips sparingly, and even though I felt like I had some footy, it never seems to be much when you add music to it. There were a few 4:3 clips from Max’s part and some others we stole from his old stash. There’s no way not to film Chuck anytime he skates. Andrew was already throwing down. Brian and Rob always get clips and shrimp was just starting to shred street. Mau and I sat down and we made a promo. The date was a bad idea.
The drop of The Shop Vid at the Boulder Theater was really heavy, literally face melting. During that show, Mau rose to his feet when Jack Spanbauer did hard flip late flip on Winona. He was looking back to the crowd, still standing, with a look on his face that said, “Are you NOT entertained?!” Long story short, a couple HD clips I filmed made it into the Meta vid, but after the showing I was now sitting on a couple minutes of Dakota footage and some clips of the homies here and there.
After months and months, which didn’t feel like a long time, during the days when Dustin actually would say “Soda Pile 2020," when everybody knew that summer, nor fall of 2017 was going to happen.. the edit started to come together. This was discussed much over Tacos El Paisa. Still at this time, the flick was quite a rough cut. Even when the second promo came out. I specifically remember Raul saying to us, “If you don’t show Soda Pile before school gets out, nobody is gonna be here to show up.” Crisis had shown at The Oriental. The owner at the theater was down, threw in a discount, and it was settled.
The intro and the credits were done last. Much of the effects in the latter of the video synched into the edit in the last couple weeks. I don’t remember sleeping much. A very patient man, Henry, helped design the cover. SkateDogg opened up the show that night with: Throw Your Scooter in the Trash. It got rowdy.
Molly was a student in Introduction to Filmmaking years ago. She was in my class, short hair, dressed like a modern day Joan of Arc, but I highly doubt she’d ever back a religion. Don Yannacito showed the class historical work from downright insane people including Stan Brakhage, Nathaniel Dorsky, Bruce Conner, even some Andy Warhol. Though, to make a point, much of these kinds of flicks weren’t really entertainment. The bulk of the films in class would be called the ‘cul de sac’ for most of us who had some filmic knowledge taught at the pulpit of the TV. Still, there are many forgotten and unused techniques. If anybody has ever known Don, they know that he can see your soul when you show him a film.
We made films shot on Super-8mm. None of us knew really what the hell we were watching or supposed to be making. There were guidelines, but this wasn’t trade school. To make a long story short, Molly was fed up will all the bullshit. She presented Mockery and it was (to my knowledge) her last film. She gifted me her physical copies of her films, left the school shortly after, then left town. This puts Molly in my book as a legend. It might have been the closest any of the students got to hitting true ‘experimental’ during that time period.
As per Molly’s choice, this transfer of Mockery is supported by a piece by John Cage.
In the older days, when the Vx1000 was king and youtube skate edits were talked about by schoolteachers and probably police officers alike. I resorted to filming an edit, transferring the DV tape, editing the result on Pinnacle Studio and uploading it in one day. I was lazy enough to just put the date as a title. This was the archaic instagram. That archive known as jjesuskittyy, was my first real shot at publishing video. Much respect to all those local shredders who came before us.
During this day, the day of 11/14/09, we filmed at the skatepark within the Mariners Church complex. It stands on top of the largest hill facing west, it was and probably still is the very richest church in town. Here is a basic grounds floor-plan:
The skatepark was chained up (poorly) when faculty wasn’t around. When they were ‘open,' the management forced helmet rules. It was always one of the youth in the church either volunteering or making a quick buck (I’m assuming). When they were off, they didn’t care. Most were homies.
I see why they removed the beautiful granite slabs and high quality metal coping that they tirelessly spent much the church's money to create. After all, the golf cart security guards didn’t work to stop us either... plus I bet it got skated at night a bunch too. Below is the new section where the skatepark used to be. Couldn’t handle free will, but I digress.
The opening shot in this piece is Clark’s celebration of his last trick: Classic.
Clark is currently now a science sensei. Maths, viruses, bacteria cultures and stuff. Furthermore, this is also a rare occurrence of Fred. A very old friend. I’m glad these lands are saved in the youtube stone. I miss Fred.
The ending is a nice little edit of Clark's mind-screen. He had been trying to roll away since before the church kid chained up the vert section. Clark's frontside flips were on lock. Consistently sticking it over and over but not rolling away. He broke the nose of his board clean off.
I don't see any evidence of visual pain to speak off, just anguish. Richard, another man probably unknown to the reader, lent Clark his own board to keep trying. A truly random man watches through the glass panes eating a PB&J. He stares me down. I laugh nervously.
To this day I think this shot below is one of the best skateboarding shots I've ever filmed.
canted angle roll up, slow zoom in
just barely holding head room
the flip and catch
landing composition stable
pan and close up during the roll away
Clark exits screen right
Richard yells “yeah”