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Piffsburgh and Pittsburgh King New ErasOur good friends at Sole to Soul have release their first two New Eras. The two designs come in two colorways Black/White and Black/Gold. Peep Steez. Available Now only at Sole to SoulOn East Carson in the one and only Steel City.
“Fucking Todd Parsons!”IT had been dry for the last month and everyone had exhausted their shake over the past few days, individually, reduced to resin scraping. “Smokin” Todd Parsons had been MIA for a few weeks ever since he had received ten large. This was his first payout of a structured settlement that would see three more large payments. He’d been off buying all kinds of stupid shit like video game systems, jewelry and watches.
Needless to say, when he finally did surface with not only a weed hookup but an offer to buy an ounce for the group’s regular Friday night meetup, everyone was pretty happy and looked forward to an evening of rolling around Washington county until daybreak. Maybe we’d end up in a field staring at the Milky Way or maybe driving through yards. Petty vandalism and pranks. This night was ours.
THE 300 SDL Turbo, fully loaded, crept to a seedy house in a shitier side of Washpa. Todd jumped out and Atom, our pilot, started to panic as he disappeared into the house surly to be overtaken by the smell of stale beer, cigarettes; old dog piss and too many cats. Atom was prone to delusion and conspiracies and the 10 minutes that Todd was gone must have seemed like a lifetime. He passes the prized Sacajawea around. The buds were huge and tight; squeezing them through the bag revealed that they were sticky. The smell was skunky but pretty typical. And while I can’t remember the price that he got it for, I do remember that it was considerably higher than the going rate the month prior. So we headed off the beaten path and onto roads less traveled. I remember the taste was weird, best described as a cross between copper and iron. I also remember it as slightly acidic. After a few bowls, it left my lungs feeling unusable. SUFFICIENTLY stoned, we merged onto a tertiary artery of the city’s outskirts leaving behind the roads without lights or lines. There was a pulse here, a weak one, of trailers, western gear, Harleys and fuel. That is when it hit me - this wasn’t like any other time that I’d been high. This was different and didn’t feel relaxing or numb. It felt tense and fed off of Atom’s paranoia aura. I looked at my hands to calm down, away from the lights, grasping for anything closely resembling an unaltered state. My stomach was churning; I could hear it and the oscillation of that sound transformed into sensations that rippled into my limbs and travel to my fingertips and radiated out. I could feel it as it left my skin and vibrated out through each individual hair and - “Guy’s we’re here…” I leached forward headlong into the seat as the car came to a stop and my body, still in motion, stopped against the now stopped seat.
Looking up, I noticed that the lights were trailing blues and greens from the cigarette signs in the windows. As I stepped out of the car I felt light and almost floating. Entering the store with a stark bright florescent glow, I again looked down at my hands. They looked different under these harsh lights. They were dark and powerful with every scar perfectly defined as patches of flesh slightly more pink than the background skin. I almost felt like I was floating just above my physical self. Everything had a weird outlined doppelgänger; it was as if I was apart from myself and in the third person watching this all through a frosted eyes. As I became aware of this detachment, I noticed the clerk. His skinny neck and protruding Adams Apple; his sad balding head that revealed a constellation of liver spots. I thought to myself, “I could overpower this guy… I bet I could twist that little fucking head right off of that pencil thin neck…” It was a real feeling - I wanted to kill him. I approached the counter and waited as my friend, Dave, ahead of me was being checked out for a water. As the cashier took His money and opened the door, I knew I was going to kill this clerk and rob the store. I had never been so sure of anything. Ever. In one motion I reached around Dave and slammed my drink down onto the counter and stormed out of the store. I went straight to the car and slammed my face into my palms producing those geometric constructs from the physical pressure on my optic nerves. I’d never felt so out of control and psychotic. The car was completely silent. I wasn’t even aware that Atom had pulled out of the lot and was driving. He’d been quiet for the past hour. “I’m fucked up guys. I need to find a field and pull over; stretch out and let this wear off…” Todd, who’d been grinning the entire time from ear to ear, broke his silence. “So how do you guys like it? Good shit - right!” You could hear his giant pained smile reflected in his voice.
I answered, “To be honest, I fucking hate it! I’m never getting high again. I guess I can’t handle really good weed… I seriously wanted to kill the motherfuckin’ clerk and rob that place!”
Todd sat in the middle, next to me, and Dan was beside him.
Dan quickly interjected; “Me too! I had to get out of there, I felt like destroying the place and murdering that fucking guy - I could barely control myself!”
“Come on guys - you don’t like being dusted?” AT that, Dave and I both snatched up on hapless Todd who seemed genuinely confused by our response. There was a bit of chocking and knuckles in ribs until Atom freaked out. “Chill the fuck out guys! I’m trying to drive here! Jesus Christ - I feel like I’m going so slow…”
I leaned between the front seats and looked at the speedometer. It was just below the 10 mile and hour mark. As I looked around, it took what seemed like a few minutes before I realized that we were not heading out into the country; we were heading into town, slowly passing the Alpine bowling alley toward the town center and behind us was a line of traffic that probably stretched nearly a half mile.
“Atom…” I said “You’re only going 10 miles an hour and you’re headed toward town; not Hickory…” Atom slowly began to realize where he was at… “Fucking Todd Parsons!” Lil Black Makes Track DebutLil Black made her full track debut a few weeks ago. After a whole bunch of shake down runs on the autocross course it was time to take things to the next level. Lil Black took the track for four 20 minute sessions on Beaver Run’s North Track. Unfortunately I was unable to be at the helm but, my father and all round gearhead punished the pavement like it owed him money. Highlights include this photo taken somewhere around 120 mph. Low lights include two blown intercooler pipes and possibly a broken spring in the rear. Check back for more details… I’m thinking a test and tune run or two at the drag strip. Just gotta wait for this heat wave to break…
Blast Presents Muscle City
Come check out Underground hip-hop at its finest…. Saturday July 24th Muscle City is Dood Computer and Dizzo Upstairs @ If you have ever been to a party with any of these animals you know that this is so much more than a hip-hop show. If you haven’t seen these fools then you need to get on it. Drunken debauchery encouraged. Hearts will be broken, people will get laid and someone will probably come pretty damn close to getting arrested. You can’t afford to miss it. Photos from The Art of Battle.I have been crazy busy lately. Which hasn’t left me a lot of time to write any blog posts. I promise there are some more stories and serious BLASt updates coming in the next few weeks. Until then check out some photos from the Art Battle a few weeks back.
Tim Clinton
BLAST SUMMER TEN Preview.It’s that time again… Its summer in Pittsburgh which mean BLAST is droppin’ its summer collection. I know all of you have your vacations planned out and are getting those fly outfits ready for your trips. What better way to show everyone at those destinations that the Steel City means business. Nobody at that seedy strip club you and your boys decided to roll thru at 3 a.m. is gonna doubt that you’ll give em the “Pittsburgh Black Ear” when your rocking these new joints.
First up is “Home of the Brave” pictured above the front of “Home of the Brave” features a two color print of and eagle ready to strike.
The back of “Home of the Brave” features a subtle BLAST logo centered over the shoulders in white and red.
The second shirt in your vacation outfit arsenal is “Shut Yer Trap.” “Shut Yer Trap” features an open bear trap with simple instructions that anyone can follow.
The back of “Shut Yer Trap” reinforces the repercussions when people can’t follow simple directions. Centered above the shoulders the back of “Shut Yer Trap” reads “Snitches Get Stitches” and the original BLAST logo in white.
Finally break “Someone Has to Bleed” out the day after you drank two gallons of Jungle Juice in the hot tub with girls you met on the beach. Just because you were in the hot tub until 8 a.m. and woke up half drunk/half hungover with a bunch of used condoms on the floor next to your bed and a note from two of the girls saying that they wanna have your babies doesn’t mean you wanna speak to anyone while your head throbs and you try to drink the second worst hangover you’ve ever had in your life away. Let those obnoxious mother fuckers know what happens if they don’t get the fuck outta your way without saying a word. “Someone Has to Bleed” says the words for you. Featuring a bright orange chainsaw and the words “Someone has to Bleed” everyone should get the picture. If they don’t at least the chainsaw came with earplugs. BLAST SUMMER DROP. TBC SUMMER COOKOUT KICKOFF JUNE 19th
TIMEBOMB Presents The 2010 Summer Kick Off. Brick Diggler the Chef cooking up FREE food for your hungry ass. June 19th BLAST 2010 Summer Collection Launch DJ VEX 200 S. Highland Ave Classic Material 3 Year Anniversary
Timebomb and 720 Records Presents: Classic Material Celebrating its 3 Year Anniversary Featuring: DJ BOOGIE BLIND AND A SPECIAL PERFORMANCE BY PHAROAHE MONCH Saturday June 19th 18 + Tickets available at: showclix.com GHOSTY - Very Expensive ChampionshipLately I feel like have been sleeping on new music. The music industry as a whole has been really uninspiring lately and my motivation to search out something new has been really low. Then along came this twitter post: timebombshop “@WillKalson got fran up there next week I a will have your boy ghosty up there and @blastfome will also pump it cause ghosty wearing shirt“ Now I don’t just post any random shit on the site so, this was the motivation I needed. After doing a little homework on Ghosty… the kid can rap. So… Here’s the deal. Go cop Ghosty’s “Very Expensive Championship” from Timebomb spot… yeah I’m pluggin people today. Go add some traffic to their websites at these links and for the love of god follow these cats on twitter. http://timebombshop.com/
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