Tag: Catalyst
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Gil Scott-Heron: New York Is Killing Me
Click or not: Gil Scott-Heron: New York Is Killing MeGil Scott-Heron represents a backward step that took me so far forward in the musical journey along the hip-hop route. But so much more. Although awake to many that came after him, for whom he had paved the way, that he wasn’t on the radar despite his longtime standing was a source of disappointment, almost… …
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Skidsville
Click or not: SkidsvilleWhen we were kids, everyone wanted a Diamond Back BMX bike. Hell, some of us even put DB sticker sets on our bodged old Hackers. Then, some of us got lucky and actually owned one. The skids, they were somehow better. DB celebrates the skid and the stoke that goes along with them, and sparks… …
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Vocals From The Beyond
Click or not: Vocals From The BeyondIn the age of Autotune, it’s sobering that some of the great songs of the last 30 years possess some of the greatest vocal performances unfettered by overdone effects, tone correction and just plain bad singing. Three of the best examples floating around the web are from three long deceased icons of contemporary music. First… …
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The Duet That Created A Tempest
Click or not: The Duet That Created A TempestTo say there’s an air of excitement around the ChainSlap turntables right now would be a pretty large understatement. That we are going to witness live two of our all-time favourite artists within the space of a week seems at once both a dream and concurrently a little daunting. Will one overshadow the other? Or will the… …
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Old School Sunday
Click or not: Old School SundayKids in the 70s didn’t need berms, down ramps or even specific bikes to create a sport. Just bust out the old Stingray (or Dragster for us Down Under) and slide and huck that thing to flat until it breaks. Weld in some gussets and voila, BMX is born. There’s more style and unadulterated fun oozing from… …
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Dig, Then Hate, Then Dig Again
Click or not: Dig, Then Hate, Then Dig AgainWhen I was a kid I didn’t much care for the taste of broccoli, or prawns. I remember my mother taking me across the street one day to visit Mr and Mrs Moody, where old Fred was proudly handing out freshly caught and cooked prawns. I put one in my mouth and instantaneously felt like I’d… …
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Catalyst: Mud Cows
Click or not: Catalyst: Mud CowsNostalgia and sentimentality can be fraught with danger. Yes, things were always better in the good old days, every decade we look back and decide the last one was better than this one, but it wasn’t as good as the one before it… mountain bikers may be the most confused in this regard, as we… …
