Category: 2sb News

To help pay OTR scooters’ Darren Lopez’ medical bills from his accident in February, SCOMO is raffling a beautiful aluminum-coated Lambretta GP200 donated by Ryan Basile. Tickets are available for a $10 donation to Darren’s medical fund, and can be ordered online from SCOMO. The drawing will take place at Summit Point on October 11.

John Stafford’s putting together a Serveta VIN reference page on the SCOMO site, if you have any information to add, he’d appreciate an email.

The Union was the only decent rock club in Athens, OH. Any decent band to come through town (and there weren’t all that many) would play there. They also had the only decent jukebox in town, mainly stocked by some guy that’d just come off an internship at SST. On my twenty-first birthday, my friends Don Fluckinger and Jeff Stacklin asked me what song I wanted to hear to commemorate my first legal trip to the Union. There was no doubt. I ignored all the H,sker D,, Black Flag, Minutemen, and Meat Puppets singles and said “Why are you even asking me?” Don put six quarters (a lot of money to a college student in 1990) in the jukebox, and punched in “Ring of Fire” twenty-one times. by the time it came up, I was starting to black out, but I remember the first few plays. Don tells me they pulled the plug after the fifth or sixth time, and the record was gone the next time we went in.

Pitchfork and MTV have confirmed it: Pigs are going to fly.

Man, I totally forgot the Columbus Scoot-A-Que was this weekend! Looks like it’s getting a lot bigger every year, and it sounds like a good time. Have fun! Wear your helmets!

Speaking of DeVrieses…es, Trish posted some Scooter-related magazine sightings, including a link for Scooter World Magazine, which is supposed to debut next month. Geoff Allen from Denver (not to be confused with Scootertwit Jeff Allen) is putting it together, and you can get subscription or advertising info on the site.

From Matt DeV.: a video today, The Chemical Brothers/Flaming Lips collaberation The Golden Path (on ArtistDirect). It sounds like Echo and the Bunnymen singing “Spill the Wine.” Nice. By the way, fuck you, RIAA, pull your heads out of your asses and put out some good records at a reasonable price, and maybe you’ll make some money.

When searching for follow-up to the naked rider story, I came across an editorial explaining the repeal in a bit more detail. Seems everyone but old people and under-21s can ride sans a skull bucket.

In response to the repeal of Pennsylvania’s helmet law, a group of bikers rode naked through the streets of Pittsburgh on Thursday night (9/4).

In response to the repeal of Pennsylvania’s helmet law, a group of bikers rode nude through the streets of Pittsburgh.

Soon you’ll be able to Terra-around on a
140CC Propane-powered SPOT. Maybe. I don’t know where Lucash finds this stuff, I’m not sure if this is a web design class project or the first domestic scooter company since Salisbury to make a decent-looking scooter.

To protest the repeal of the helmet law, a group of bikers in Pittsburghrode naked around the city.

Cha-Cha wrote this lovely review of Slaughterhouse 9 for Chicago’s Re-Vue ‘zine:

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Mischa, the guy who hit the valet in Greektown at Slaughterhouse, is looking for witnesses to the accident, if you were there and can help him out, please email him at mischa@transportvc.com.

James Ballot just reminded me I didn’t say anything about Wesley Willis’ death last week (registration required). Here’s another good piece on Wesley . It’s a great loss, of course, but all the media coverage was kinda weird. The Tribune story was way over-the-top, and you could sense that they were happy to be able to write a story about him without having to worry about him showing up at their office to hang out. It’s a lot easier to heap praise on outsider art when the annoying and unpredictable outsider isn’t around anymore. I’m not sure if I miss being headbutted by a huge smelly crazy homeless dude at the Empty Bottle every night, but Wesley made Chicago a little less boring in the 90s, and whichever side of the exploitation argument you fall on, both his life and ours were enriched by his art. I can’t find an MP3, but Heavy Vegetable’s “Song for Wesley” is the most endearing tribute I’ve seen or heard, and it’s the best, because it was written while he was still alive. It ends, in Wesley style, “Rock over London, Rock on Chicago, Wesley Willis, whoopin’ on a mule’s ass with a belt.”