thebradmiskell
Posts by thebradmiskell:
Life on Venice: Weighting room
Contestant in weighting room
Digital photograph
May 26, 2008
Muscle Beach
Venice, California
METRO SURF
If surfing is the new golf—and I think we can all agree that it kinda is—then Venice is one of those hardscrabble city courses. Balthustrol the breakwater ain’t…
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MiniKiss: Live at Pechanga! (Well, sort of live)
I first heard about MiniKiss when a neighbor returned from a night out in Hollywood with foggy memories of having ended the evening by sucking face with a little dude (she may have used the M-word) from a Kiss tribute band comprised entirely of little dudes.
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My Beef With Cowpokin’
In case you’re wondering, I do have a beef with gay rodeoin’. But it’s not the rampant violation of No Shirt, No Service policy I witnessed at the LA Gay Rodeo.
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On Standing Downwind of a Tire Fire (or autoerotic asphyxiation)
Don’t pretty much all mobile organisms with a lick of sense, particularly those that respire, flee toxic plumes of rubber smoke? Such thoughts raced through my head as a whirling wall of tire smoke, car exhaust and track funk engulfed me, obscuring drift cars, mere feet away, careening sideways around Irwindale Speedway.
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Original Bands: Go Big for Tribute Bands of Tomorrow
Dear Original Bands of Today- Get your buck cherry, sequin-skinned freak on. Wear sex clown make-up and ass-less chaps (unless you’re, like, Motorhead, then DO NOT wear ass-less chaps). Play rococo leads on multi-neck guitars… Give tribute bands of tomorrow something to work with today.
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PAN & INK
Steve Christensen — whose tattoo “sleeve” features a horned-and-hooved Pan, Japanese wood-block style waves and five-petaled cherry blossoms — is into some serious esoterica.
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Pink Godzira Drift Club
Brian Harte and the Pink Godzira drift club, a loose and amusing collective of young SoCal drift enthusiasts I met at Willow Springs Speedway in the high desert.
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Pink Monkeys Create Parallel Magic Kingdom in Shadow of Space Mountain
Something like twelve gazillion souls travel to Anaheim, Calif., every year to enter a world of wonder and walk among people clad in furry costumes and pirate regalia. That I was doing the same would have been unremarkable—had I been at Disneyland.
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Rocket Boy Goes Big (with a little help from his dad)
Aidan Sojourner and his dad, Cliff, are serious rocketeers. In this vid, they send a 12-foot Nike Smoke screaming into the wild blue over California’s Central Valley. Aidan wants to someday send a rocket to Neptune to retrieve diamonds. I’ve already invested…
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