Militant Vinylist

With the demise of The Pirate Bay as we knew it, we can rep for how it used to be still, so go ahead and use your internetter line and grab these…

For your Big(ish) Screen
For your Wee Screen

Just been sent this from our man ShamHimself on the inside taking care of a sweet Powder Coat job courtesy of RAL2008 for all you colour freaks!

Non-iPhone pics coming soon…

Got a few bits in the door earlier, first of many fresh parts.

Dia-Compe Bulldog Rear Brake
Dia-Compe Tech-77 Brake Lever
Demolition Brake Pads
Nikyo Old School 1″ Headset

Not being rolling on a BMX since I was prob about 14 years old! Brave while ago…
But recently I found this piece of crap lying about a yard, hooked up who I presume was the owners Dad 10 of the Queen’s finest heads, and embarked on a nice wee rebuild project to keep me away from a fuckin computer screen for a bit!

How I found it:

Ripped the hell apart in about 15 minutes to reveal all that is going to be used in what will become known as Project DvsG…

The saga continues…

The team spent a whole month in the BC resort of Sun Peaks.

Such an amazing place to ride everyday and met so many cool people.

Shouts to Rickster, Chef Juan, Aaron, Charlie & Amanda and all the other Hostel heads.
We’ll be back some day!

The team rolled into Vancouver City via a Jumbo jet run from the original Big Smoke a couple of weeks back now.

Raining like a half decent day in Ballymoney, we hit up the taxi man for a trip to our hostel. He said, “You don’t want to be going near that area guys!”

Well, she was booked up and we where heading for Van city’s Twilight Zone in Chinatown, between East Hastings and Main Street. Google it to find out the story!

Wee China man gets us booked in…false teeth on show in a cup on the reception desk and all. Sleeping bag action was the deal, dem bed sheets ain’t seen the inside of a washing machine for a while we reckoned!

We only used the place to crash, so navigated our way around the city all day for a couple of days, proper cool place it was. Headed Downtown, peeped the streets, seen some graf action, and tested out a few local brews on the regular.

Vinylist thought we’d make a shortcut from the hostel one morning, but seemed the crackheads rise early as well, fully loaded in new snowboard jackets, we where prime “spot the heads we can get our next hit off”, but some hot steeping seen us right onto the next block.

Met a dude from Stirling running the Westbeach store in an area called Gas Town, we’ll be seeing him again we hope for a few scoops and local knowledge.

We’ll be heading back to this Van City spot again soon, but for now the team is riding hard at Sun Peaks…

Congrats to Jo and Rob on getting all proper hooked up!

We had a blast with everyone back home.
See you guys again soon.
PEACE

A few guys thought it would be a good idea to go for a wee surf on Saturday past (1st December)

Check this out…

Flicks

Footage…

Keep an eye out. The badges are coming soon kids!

Only 4 lucky winners in the whole globe!

Super limited like you wouldn’t believe….

I hate CD’s, CD-records are fake,
where the fuck the DJ’s gonna catch the break?
only vinyl can make my rear shake,
yo Embee, scratch the record for old times sake.

I was shopping my demo at this record-company,
they thought it sounded cool and said let’s make a CD,
I said, wait a minute, you mean LP,
he said, no we stopped making those in ’93,
I said, what, but what about the D,
before I got to say the J I got kicked out on the street,
stood to my feet, and thought this is a conspiracy,
to shut down real hip hop, I gots to call Embee,
he wasn’t home so I gave him a beep,
but his pager was blown so I thought I’m on my own
I gotta fix one alone, I thought when I got home,
grabbed my megaphone and went out, agitating,
but nobody reacted so I went home contemplating,
forever tryin’ to solve this impossible equation,
If DJ+LP+MIC=MC, then where the f- you fitting CD? Nowhere.
So I dressed up in army-gear, I put on shades and I dyed my hair,
I got my razor-blade teeth and strangling shoe-laces,
Gas-mask and explosive suitcases,
ready to go to war on the record-store,
sellin CD’s; I’mma smash the door,
light up the Molotov cocktail – boom!
“You had compact-disks on sale”, is what I’mma say,
if the cops come to take me away.
but no way, I leave the suite without a trace,
change my garment like a dreadlock Clark Kent,
without a phone-booth, cause I ain’t payed the rent,
next days newspapers headlines will read:
“The Militant Vinyl-terrorist Newbie”
and me on a picture dressed up in camouflage,
Ice-hockey-mask covered beard and moustache,
I slash the kind of person with a hockey stick,
told them to stop to selling the compact-disk.

‘Cause I hate CD’s, CD-records are fake,
where the fuck the DJ’s gonna catch the break?
only vinyl can make my rear shake,
yo Embee, scratch the record for old times sake.

The Hip Hop DJ is an endangered species,
Becoming extinct because of the CD,
And without the DJ, there would never had been hip hop,
But now on every block I see a CD-shop,
So how ya think Hip Hop had a chance to begin,
If the people in New York had no records to spin?
Back and forth, forth and back like flash,
That’s why I have to do these nightly attacks,
To preserve the wax and exterminate the compact-disk,
‘Cause this has become a hazardous health-risk,
So peace to DJ’s Spinnage and DJ Bloke from Sweden,
And all DJ’s all around the globe,
From the west the Skratch Piklz and DJ QBert
scratching the records until the needle jerk,
Kool Herc, Red Alert, and Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Evil Dee, Clark Kent and DJ Scratch
All from the East rocking jams with their hands,
Can’t forget about Krush and Honda from Japan,
And Africa Bambaataa down since it started,
The X-men, rocking tapes and block-parties,
some of the hardest, Premier and Kid Capri,
Mark the 45 King, Pete Rock and Cool B,
Chuck Chill Out, and Sweden’s own DJ Sleepy,
but Number 1 for me is DJ Embee.

-‘Cause he hates CD’s, CD-records are fake,
where the fuck the DJ’s gonna catch the break?
Only vinyl can make my rear shake,
yo Embee, scratch the record for old times sake.