Skateboarder, snowboarder, knuckle-dragger...the latter a curse upon the snow...let's see them climb up those peaks in 8 foot deep snow with their kiddie boards. Compelling music in a Justin Beiber sort of way, plastic and not quite real...Woodstock they ain't. Disco they ain't. What are they? However, even real skis and horses over solid jumps have to be avoided now, same reasons...old bonz don't bounce no more.
But a bounty on skate and snow boarders would be nice. :D
Let me share what I found compelling about the video.
It's really the mood which is captured.
There's a wonderful playfulness - a little dopey, not entirely unselfconscious, but also not entirely inhibited - a simple joy of being alive.
You are 8, and then 18, and then 28... and you feel so different at each.
And they when you hit our age (whatever that is), you have the perspective afforded by distance... and you see what these ages have in common. Which is so beautifully captured.
Memory is a fragile thing. What modern neuroscience is teaching is that memory is altered - corrupted - at each remembering.
But feelings... textures... smells... the light... the night air rushing by... when I watch this can capture again the very best of my younger days felt like.
Knuckle Draggers weren't punks...just precursors to ADHD kids :D
We skiers hated them on snow, and one of my favorite places, Taos Ski Valley, a mostly experts place without much drinking etc., kept them out for years and years, but finally had to cave in to the demand of the wee snow sploogers and their baggy pants. Once they get in they build "terrain parks" [as if wild mountain terrain isn't good enough?] and there goes the neighborhood.
I'll acknowledge a few of them board down the steeps. A good place for them actually, lack of control and all that :D
I think my son could relate to this video...me, I'm more of the "Night Moves" generation. :)
Although...my friends and I did have one beat-up skateboard between us; it belonged to the family that lived at the top of the hill, and we had many crashes on the thing while clattering down the road shrieking our lungs out.
You're right lewy, there are certain textures and smells and such that provoke long ago memories. Walking in a snowstorm at night, capturing the pure, icy flakes on my tongue. The crackle and pop of a bonfire on a chilly evening. A train whistle. Churchbells. Music. Lots of music.
Strange how the night moves/with autumn closing in...
Showing my age, obviously, I posted this Ahmad Jamal link and this Bo Diddly link elsewhere today on a music thread [ at Comment Home a consolidated place for Althouse refugees with a somewhat similar "group" set up us at TCKT]. Jamal is was and is a precursor to modern jazz, hard bop jazz, the kind of jazz I like and wax nostalgic for...and Bo Diddly [aka the late Ellas Bates] brought my 50's mind in to the age of R&B, Rock and then Funk. If you can listen to that clip all the way through, especially between 3:20 and 4:50, and not move a bit, your soul is dead as one of the YT commenters said. If not for them, the 50's guys I loved, I'd never have been infatuated with the 60's guys like CCR, Doors, Hendrix, Joplin, et al ...those repetitive "Chop Chord" beats of Bo Diddly live on forever.
Trapped between wanting to join them, and wanting them to get off my lawn.
Midlife Crisis!!!
:-)
I hear you. I found the video fairly enjoyable but it was too repetitive for me and I gave up halfway through. Electronic music is just not my cup of tea...well, unless it's Dragos Tea.
Crank up the resolution and go full screen. There's a lot of detail in the video; it's really well shot and edited.
ReplyDeleteSadly lewy don't skateboard no more.
LOL, not trapped here, I'd want them to get off my lawn!
ReplyDeleteBut then you knew that, didn't you?
;)
Oh, and the music was relatively unobjectionably for the first 90 seconds. But the repetitiveness was stupefying.
ReplyDeleteWhy don't lewy skateboard no more?
ReplyDelete'cause lewy don't bounce off the pavement like he used to...
DeleteLOL:)
DeleteOld bonz don't bounce :)
Skateboarder, snowboarder, knuckle-dragger...the latter a curse upon the snow...let's see them climb up those peaks in 8 foot deep snow with their kiddie boards. Compelling music in a Justin Beiber sort of way, plastic and not quite real...Woodstock they ain't. Disco they ain't. What are they? However, even real skis and horses over solid jumps have to be avoided now, same reasons...old bonz don't bounce no more.
ReplyDeleteBut a bounty on skate and snow boarders would be nice. :D
Thanks for taking a look folks.
ReplyDeleteLet me share what I found compelling about the video.
It's really the mood which is captured.
There's a wonderful playfulness - a little dopey, not entirely unselfconscious, but also not entirely inhibited - a simple joy of being alive.
You are 8, and then 18, and then 28... and you feel so different at each.
And they when you hit our age (whatever that is), you have the perspective afforded by distance... and you see what these ages have in common. Which is so beautifully captured.
Memory is a fragile thing. What modern neuroscience is teaching is that memory is altered - corrupted - at each remembering.
But feelings... textures... smells... the light... the night air rushing by... when I watch this can capture again the very best of my younger days felt like.
Knuckle dragging punk though I was.
Knuckle Draggers weren't punks...just precursors to ADHD kids :D
DeleteWe skiers hated them on snow, and one of my favorite places, Taos Ski Valley, a mostly experts place without much drinking etc., kept them out for years and years, but finally had to cave in to the demand of the wee snow sploogers and their baggy pants. Once they get in they build "terrain parks" [as if wild mountain terrain isn't good enough?] and there goes the neighborhood.
I'll acknowledge a few of them board down the steeps. A good place for them actually, lack of control and all that :D
I think my son could relate to this video...me, I'm more of the "Night Moves" generation. :)
ReplyDeleteAlthough...my friends and I did have one beat-up skateboard between us; it belonged to the family that lived at the top of the hill, and we had many crashes on the thing while clattering down the road shrieking our lungs out.
You're right lewy, there are certain textures and smells and such that provoke long ago memories. Walking in a snowstorm at night, capturing the pure, icy flakes on my tongue. The crackle and pop of a bonfire on a chilly evening. A train whistle. Churchbells. Music. Lots of music.
Strange how the night moves/with autumn closing in...
Showing my age, obviously, I posted this Ahmad Jamal link and this Bo Diddly link elsewhere today on a music thread [ at Comment Home a consolidated place for Althouse refugees with a somewhat similar "group" set up us at TCKT]. Jamal is was and is a precursor to modern jazz, hard bop jazz, the kind of jazz I like and wax nostalgic for...and Bo Diddly [aka the late Ellas Bates] brought my 50's mind in to the age of R&B, Rock and then Funk. If you can listen to that clip all the way through, especially between 3:20 and 4:50, and not move a bit, your soul is dead as one of the YT commenters said. If not for them, the 50's guys I loved, I'd never have been infatuated with the 60's guys like CCR, Doors, Hendrix, Joplin, et al ...those repetitive "Chop Chord" beats of Bo Diddly live on forever.
DeleteTrapped between wanting to join them, and wanting them to get off my lawn.
ReplyDeleteMidlife Crisis!!!
:-)
I hear you. I found the video fairly enjoyable but it was too repetitive for me and I gave up halfway through. Electronic music is just not my cup of tea...well, unless it's Dragos Tea.
ReplyDeleteHere you go ... O-Zone Remix in English. I don't think there's a country that didn't do a cover.