If I’m still tapping cakes on the dance floor at 91 years old, you’ll know where I got it from.  My Gramma and Evan cutting the rug at my cousin Bill’s wedding last weekend.  

Last week I was in LA doing it extremely big for a sober person.  Shows, canyon’s, music, beaches, rooftops, lunches, celebrity sitting’s (Kelly and BJ Novak from “The Office”, Mark from “The Real World” ______ from 15 years ago, Bonez from “I love New York”.  Ok, this list is isn’t impressing anyone).  Kicked it with great friends, new friends, dinner’s and you’re already knowing…Vintage shops.  The top one is located on Hollywood, and the 2nd one is on Melrose. They don’t rival The House of Vintage but they come within the very distant vicinity of touching the straggler/wispy hairs on The House of Vintage’s Balls.  Definitely the hipster “We’re in Los Angeles and these motherfuckers will actually pay $26 bucks for a member’s only” school of thought.  But I’m not mad at em.  Because even though I probably spent a combined an hour + of my life in both stores, leaving with nothing, they are the most color/style coordinated Vintage shop in the sport. 

Yes.  Member’s Only in every color you can imagine.  This actually resembles a small portion of my closet.  Think I’m up to almost 10 myself.  But for prices in the mid $20’s, that gets the GTFOH stamp of “hell no”. 

They were DEEEEp in the Pendleton game.  I was too overwhelmed to truly sort through these rags of mystery.  

If you’re in LA definitely go check these stores out.  Bring gaup and a rationalizing mind. “Fuck it, I’m in LA!” works.  You might even get spotted by J Kim, have lunch and order this… Bomb, but you could have almost bought a member’s only.  Choices.

   

I started painting this today when my protools and MPC were both broken by God to teach me something that hasn’t become apparent yet.  I’m thinking patience, discipline (to fix it) and perspective to focus on other things.  I was reminded that that painting/art is good for the soul, chills you out, and it still fuels your creativity when God’s tired of hearing you rap…  

Mom Dukes was locked in!  Haggerty speciality: The english Muffin.  If you don’t know you better ask my homies.  If you’ve had one you won’t go back.  

This place is the TRUTH.  Literally my favorite “Thrift Shop” in the game.  I put it in quotes because it’s not exactly a thrift shop.  It’s hipsters thrift shopping, flipping it and bopping people.  But not too bad.  And they have GEAR!  Well worth a couple extra bucks.  Peep…  

This is random.  But pretty hawrd.  If I was still drinking you can bet you would be seeing me on pike in a mink coat and this canister of history under my arm.   

I wanted to get this for my dude Nate Burleson*, who use to play for the Vikings.  But then I figured why would he want to rock his old team?  Not to mention the fact that he wouldn’t be caught dead rocking some second hand shit.  Once you start making a couple mill off of exercising with other grown men, you don’t need to be wearing their jackets after you play.  If I didn’t have a whole bunch of these jackets sitting in a closet down the hall I would have copped.  (*name drop. But i really did think of him).   

Gorilla on leather…Clutch.  But no.

 

 I use to have this.  MPC -200sm.  Kinda fresh.  

Hipster wolf T.  I like this shirt, minus that fact it says Minnesota.  It’s one thing to rep a place that you’ve never been before if it’s a hella obscure location (Fargo, Siox City… Everett) .  But some place like Minnesota with a substantial rap scene, hood and gigantic mall just doesn’t seem right.  Had to pass.   

Digital effects speakers?  How do these work?

George Brett.  Word.  But no.

I was soooo close.  Till I realized that the hat pooped on itself back in the 80’s.  Can’t hang with the $9 dingle berry.

If I was a down ass lesbian motorcycle rider, I’d be all over this….Or if it was in a Large.  

Ohhhhh man.  I can’t endorse this.  But I almost bought it for Radjaw.  Alright I didn’t.  But for some reason (maybe the big red R, or the thought of trading him for the Seahawks Starter he snagged from me at Redlight) he came to mind.  Rollin Rainier!  

Awwww YEA!  No brainer.  Copped.  It’s definitely made for a small child, but if I wear it on the crown of my head I’m pulling this off all day and walking away with a Girlfriend. 

Reminds me of my childhood.  80’s babies stand up.  

I’m not posting this cause it’s tight.  It’s not.  But what’s up with the “as is” tags at these vintage swap meets.  Did you think we were expecting you to fix the missing button, tighten up the stitching and iron the corduroy?  We get it.   

I’ve been so close to buying this maverick of material for months.  I think it’s $18 though.  If it’s there the next time I go to Portland I’m coming home with this festival in a bag.  A plastic bag.

Now this is hella filthy.  Don’t get me wrong.  But for $85???  GTFOH!

This looks a little “ehh, i’ll pass” in the picture, but for $8 bucks I was on it.  The jail denim is the biz.  

Mission accomplished…As you can see, The House Of Vintage is the ultimate swap-meet of second hand.  Broken up into 50 different dealers/sections, be prepared to be overwhelmed and most likely leave with a headache.  But if you’re a digger with some patience and an open mind for children’s halloween costumes, you will leave with the truth in a bag.  A plastic bag.  It’s located on Hawthorn somewhere on this grid that I’ve heard about.  Find it…Ghost

 

4.11.09 I had a show at Lewis and Clark College (shout out to Kaitlin) at their Sunburn Festival.  Because I was late for this same festival 2 years ago, they told me if I wasn’t there by 5pm I wasn’t getting paid.  Oh, hell no.  So I hopped in mom dukes whip and made it to PDX with 20 minutes to spare.  Of course, I was 5 hours early and they didn’t need me to sound check. GTFOH!

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