gnarcore: blood thirsty, communications savages

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2007-10-03T04:52:00.000-07:00

BITCH CAN'T BELIVE ITS MAGIC !!!!!!!

2007-09-22T03:43:00.000-07:00

CAPiTA-NOMIS-STEPCHILD PREMEIRE this thursday !!!!!!!

2007-09-20T20:05:00.000-07:00

fucking-eh yes dude!
i'm not shitting you... the much anticipated release of CAiTA's FiRST KiSS and nomis/stepchilds CHILD SUPPORT is going down this thursday at Millenium place in the big bubble baby.
not gunn say much, just get your tickets quick cause this will sell out.

two shows 7p & 9pm
sneek in free booze if thats your bag and pack those PRs....oh pretty much just do what ever the fuck you want.
shows will start SHARP..no joke

TICKETS ONLY 5 BUCKS FOR BOTH FLICKS cause 10 bucks for a movie premeire is stupid!!!!
TO BUY TICKETS ON LINE CLICK HERE

get some all night long later at garfs or in the bushes by the skate park.

gnarcore memebers will be on hand to sign autographs and recieve hand jobs....again in the bushs by the skate park.

our boy DAVE FORTIN, huge nuts and an even bigger heart.

2007-09-07T03:32:00.001-07:00

I'm just going to come right out and say it. In a sport (and yes it is a sport) were the board is strapped directly to your feet, there seems to be a lot of pansy ass pussies out there getting their faces in the pages of popular snowboard publications. Now don't go getting all huffy puffy on me I’m not talking about every one I’m just saying come on folks its strapped to your feet (ever see a pro snowboarder doing the same sized rail, that you'd see a skateboard pro doing?....I have. or what about Danny Ways snowboard sized airs on that mega ramp?). I mean I’m not trying to compare the two sports...(although, yes I totally am) I’m just saying keep the standards high photo editors. Its always refreshing to meet some one that has a real "go for it" as apposed to a "hey man relax its suppose to be fun" attitude. At the ripe age of 27 David Fortin may just now be getting the media coverage he deserves. Any one who's seen him ride in person or has tried to keep up with him in the Blackcomb Park know what I’m talking about. I back this man 100% and am honored to have him as a member of the Gnarcore crew. Not only is he an amazing person he's one of the most genuine, kind, and soft-spoken guys you'll ever meet. Way to finally get a "who dat" Dave. We were all wondering when that was going to happen.

Much love to Gerhard, Scarth, and Julien for contributing to his who dat. Fuck ya gnarcore, go go go!

Andrew Geeves HARD AS FUCK !!!

2007-09-03T01:38:00.000-07:00

Next years Andrews going to come out and film for the big G.C.(thats gnarcore bitches) abit, so i thought it fitting to give his ass a bit of coverage....As told by David Rouleau

So I slicked back my hair and put on my new Krew Erick Ellington dressshirt. I found my cleanest dirty slacks, tightend up thee 'ol suspenders and headed out to attend the Whistler Premeire of Sandbox films TIME WELL WASTED. Let me tell you, Andrew Geeves! Andrew Geeves!! Andrew Geeves!!!! It was Great! like every one was there. Even Andrew Geeves! Here let me (Andrew Geeves) walk you through (Andrew Geeves) my night...(Andrew Geeves).

Hooked up with Young Geevsies...

....saw Filmer Kirk Bireska from Defective Films and that crazy guy Sean Johnson...

..then i answered a call for 'ol johnny whilst kirk just pointed and laughed...asshole

had some drinks with some ladies....sup ladies!
ate some sushi....

met some more girls...damn

...hooked up with my boys Belzile and Eman....

..saw Ian Baker Of Mayhem fame...that was nice

...traded ugly facials with Stepchild & Nomis' Chris Whimbles. he was so drunk he tried to grab my ass, twice....man whata creep

..after so much social i was feeling a litte flustered so kale hooked me up with some blueberry smothie, thanks homes...

i got Rome's Marie-frane Roy so baked she couldn't even open her eyes....

...said Hi to Sansi McSansipants

...rubbed sholders with Gnarcore editor Ryan Sliziak who looked super excited to be there...

when i finally made my way inside i found a seat beside the Snake-BULLet and my homeboy Barry Heartman....

man what a night ! hey look its Geeves and Geevus..hahah oh geevus. Gevus christ already!
P.S. gerhard, thanks for answering my call this morning. a-hole

...after all that social action and shred viewing we all went to Earls were the dude-hugging and ass-groping was at an all time high. Then it was off to garfs for a bathroom party and a Blackout session the whole night went swimingly and let me tell you...man do i ever have an extream sports hangover, and my toes hurt from all that name dropping..... duuuuuude like someone get me to the Brass for a double ceaser pronto.

-Ray Nelson's- Eight O'Clock in the Morning, Faireys inspiration for OBEY

2007-08-25T18:51:00.000-07:00

Artist/graphic designer/illustrator Shepard Fairey is probley, most famous for his Andre the Giant Has a Posse street art campaign that was started by himself and some friends back in the mid-80s as a "an experiment in phenomenology." Since then Faireys work has evolved stylistically and semantically into the OBEY Giant campaign. Over time, Fairey's artistic imagery has evolved into a sometimes subtle, sometimes not, parody of a range of iconic styles, mostly a juxtaposition of popular political propagandas and multi-national commercialism. It usually bears the text OBEY Giant. In addition to countless small stickers, OBEY Giant has been spread by stencil, murals, and large wheatpaste posters, covering public spaces from abandoned building faces and street sign backs, to commercial spaces such as billboards and bus stop posters. Furthermore, the popular "OBEY" slogan and stylized Andre The Giant face continues to be reproduced on products ranging from art and clothing to home accessories and decor, considerably expanding the impact of the campaign through iconology based on an allegiance to media and popular culture in the guise of counterculture.

wow what a mouthful eh? well don't think i'm getting all smart on you, i copy & pasted that from wikipedia.

Faireys inspiration for the poster came from the John Carpenter's 1988 cult classic They Live where the main character Nada played by non other then Rowdy Roddy Piper discovers some magical sun glasses that allow him to see that his world run by the monied elite or yuppies are actually aliens oppressing the poverty-stricken lower classes through subliminal media advertising. hmph doesn't sound too far off. well. what i'm getting at is that whole crazy movie was originally inspired by this short story.....

Eight O'Clock in the Morning

At the end of the show the hypnotist told his subjects, "Awake."
Something unusual happened.

One of the subjects awoke all the way. This had never happened before. His name was George Nada and he blinked out at the sea of faces in the theatre, at first unaware of anything out of the ordinary. Then he noticed, spotted here and there in the crowd, the non-human faces, the faces of the Fascinators. They had been there all along, of course, but only George was really awake, so only George recognized them for what they were. He understood everything in a flash, including the fact that if he were to give any outward sign, the Fascinators would instantly command him to return to his former state, and he would obey.

He left the theatre, pushing out into the neon night, carefully avoiding any indication that he saw the green, reptilian flesh or the multiple yellow eyes of the rulers of the earth. One of them asked him, "Got a light buddy?" George gave him a light, then moved on.

At intervals along the street George saw the posters hanging with photographs of the Fascinators' multiple eyes and various commands printed under them, such as, "Work eight hours, play eight hours, sleept eight hours," and "Marry and Reproduce." A TV set in the window of a store caught George's eye, but he looked away in the nick of time. When he didn't look at the Fascinator in the screen, he could resist the command, "Stay tuned to this station."

George lived alone in a little sleeping room, and as soon as he got home, the first thing he did was to disconnect the TV set. In other rooms he could hear the TV sets of his neighbors, though. Most of the time the voices were human, but now and then he heard the arrogant, strangely bird-like croaks of the aliens. "Obey the government," said one croak. "We are the government, " said another. "We are your friends, you'd do anything for a friend, wouldn't you?"

"Obey!"

"Work!"

Suddenly the phone rang.

George picked it up. It was one of the Fascinators.

"Hello," it squawked. "This is your control, Chief of Police Robinson. You are an old man, George Nada. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, your heart will stop. Please repeat."

"I am an old man," said George. "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, my heart will stop."

The control hung up

"No, it wont," whispered George. He wondered why they wanted him dead. Did they suspect that he was awake? Probably. Someone might have spotted him, noticed that he didn't respond the way the others did. If George were alive at one minute after eight tomorrow morning, then they would be sure.

"No use waiting here for the end," he thought.

He went out again. The posters, the TV, the occasional commands from passing aliens did not seem to have absolute power over him, though he still felt strongly tempted to obey, to see things the way his master wanted him to see them. He passed an alley and stopped. One of the aliens was alone there, leaning against the wall. George walked up to him.

"Move on," grunted the thing, focusing his deadly eyes on George.

George felt his grasp on awareness waver. For a moment the reptilian head dissolved into the face of a lovable old drunk. Of course the drunk would be lovable. George picked up a brick and smashed it down on the old drunk's head with all his strength. For a moment the image blurred, then the blue-green blood oozed out of the face and the lizrd fell, twitching and writhing. After a moment it was dead.

George dragged the body into the shadows and searched it. There was a tiny radio in its pocket and a curiously shaped knife and fork in another. The tiny radio said something in an incomprehensible language. George put it down beside the body, but kept the eating utensils.

"I can't possibly escape," thought George. "Why fight them?"

But maybe he could.

What if he could awaken others? That might be worth a try.

He walked twelve blocks to the apartment of his girl friend, Lil, and knocked on her door. She came to the door in her bathrobe.

"I want you to wake up," he said

"I'm awake," she said. "Come on in."

He went in. The TV was playing. He turned it off.

"No," he said. "I mean really wake up." She looked at him without comprehension, so he snapped his fingers and shouted, "Wake up! The masters command that you wake up!"

"Are you off your rocker, George?" she asked suspiciously. "You sure are acting funny." He slapped her face. "Cut that out!" she cried, "What the hell are you up to anyway?"

"Nothing," said George, defeated. "I was just kidding around."

"Slapping my face wasn't just kidding around!" she cried.

There was a knock at the door.

George opened it.

It was one of the aliens.

"Can't you keep the noise down to a dull roar?" it said.

The eyes and reptilian flesh faded a little and George saw the flickering image of a fat middle-aged man in shirtsleeves. It was still a man when George slashed its throat with the eating knife, but it was an alien before it hit the floor. He dragged it into the apartment and kicked the door shut. "What do you see there?" he asked Lil, pointing to the many-eyed snake thing on the floor.

"Mister...Mister Coney," she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "You...just killed him, like it was nothing at all."

"Don't scream," warned George, advancing on her.

"I won't George. I swear I won't, only please, for the love of God, put down that knife." She backed away until she had her shoulder blades pressed to the wall.

George saw that it was no use.

"I'm going to tie you up," said George. "First tell me which room Mister Coney lived in."

"The first door on your left as you go toward teh stairs," she said. "Georgie...Georgie. Don't torture me. If you're going to kill me, do it clean. Please, Georgie, please."

He tied her up with bedsheets and gagged her, then searched the body of the Fascinator. There was another one of the little radios that talked a foreign language, another set of eating utensils, and nothing else.

George went next door.

When he knocked, one of the snake-things answered, "Who is it?"

"Friend of Mister Coney. I wanna see him," said George.

"He went out for a second, but he'll be right back." The door opened a crack, and four yellow eyes peeped out. "You wanna come in and wait?"

"Okay," said George, not looking at the eyes.

"You alone here?" he asked as it closed the door, its back to George.

"Yeah, why?"

He slit its throat from behind, then searched the apartment.

He found human bones and skulls, a half-eaten hand.

He found tanks with huge fat slugs floating in them.

"The children," he thought, and killed them all.

There were guns too, of a sort he had never seen before. He discharged one by accident, but fortunately it was noiseless. It seemed to fire little poisoned darts.

He pocketed the gun and as many boxes of darts he could and went back to Lil's place. When she saw him she writhed in helpless terror.

"Relax, honey" he said, opening her purse, "I just want to borrow your car keys."

He took the keys and went downstairs to the street.

Her care was still parked in the same general area in which she always parked it. He recognized it by the dent in the right fender. He got in, started it, and began driving aimlessly. He drove for hours, thinking--desperately searching for some way out. He turned on the car radio to see if he could get some music, but there was ntohing but news and it was all about him, George Nada, the homicidal maniac. The announcer was one of the masters, but he sounded a little scared. Why should he be? What could one man do?

George wasn't surprised when he saw the road block, and he turned off on a side street before he reached it. No little trip to the country for you, Georgie boy, he thought to himself.

They had just discvered what he had done back at Lil's place, so they would probably be looking for Lil's car. He parked it in an alley and took the subway. There were no aliens on the subway, for some reason. Maybe they were too good for such things, or maybe it was just because it was so late at night.

When one finally did get on, George got off.

He went up to the street and went into a bar. One of the Fascinators was on the TV, saying over and over again, "We are your friends. We are your friends. We are your friends." The stupid lizard sounded scared. Why? What could one man do against all of them?

George ordered a beer, the it suddenly struck him that the Fascinator on the TV no longer seemed to have any power over him. He looked at it again and thought, "It has to believe it can master me to do it. The slightest hint of fear on its part and the power to hypnotize is lost." They flashed George's picture on the TV screen and George retreated to the phone booth. He called his control, the Chief of Police.

"Hello, Robinson?" he asked.

"Speaking."

"This is George Nada. I've figured out how to wake people up."

"What? George, hang on. Where are you?" Robinson sounded almost hysterical.

He hung up and paid and left the bar. They would probably trace his call.

He caught another subway and went downtown.

It was dawn when he entered the building housing the biggest of the city's TV studios. He consulted the building director and then went up in the elevator. The cop in front of the studio recognized him. "Why, you're Nada!" he gasped.

George didn't like to shoot him with the poison dart gun, but he had to.

He had to kill several more before he got into the studio itself, including all the engineers on duty. There were a lot of police sirens outside, excited shouts, and running footsteps on the stairs. The alien was sitting before the the TV camera saying, "We are your friends. We are your friends," and didn't see George come in. When George shot him with the needle gun he simply stopped in mid-sentence and sat there, dead. George stoond near him and said, imitating the alien croak, "Wake up. Wake up. See us as we are and kill us!"

It was George's voice the city heard that morning, but it was the Fascinator's image, and the city did awake for the very first time and the war began.

George did not live to see the victory that finally came. He died of a heart attack at exactly eight o'clock.

-Ray Nelson's

KISS to play WHISTLER MOUNTAIN ????

2007-08-23T16:00:00.000-07:00

When i was a kid i would always here of this bad ass band named Kiss. Everything about them seemed so cool, their band graphics, the cover art, even all that face paint seemed cool and this was years before I'd heard of Danzig and his Misfits.

I would always hear controversial stories about Kiss like how the band's name was rumored to have many hidden meanings, among them an acronym for Knights In Satan's Service. ooooohhhh i thought what a crazy band. their so bad. or how the lightening bolt shaped SS's in the bands named bared a resemblance to the insignia of the Nazi SS, again i thought damn..this band is crazy bad....But that all changed when I heard them for the first time and it happened to be this song.....

Wawww-whawwww unnnghh i almost puked. this was KISS? this disco bullshit? man was i ever disappointed. luckly for me at this time in my life i had found my aforementioned Misfits but thats a different story altogether.

I recently recieved a FW from the Dual Mountain herself informing me that Kiss..and i quote
" will transform the entire Resort Community of Whistler as they take their extraordinary show to the slopes of Backcomb Mountain at the Coca-Cola Tube Park on Saturday September 15th"
ya!!!! the Coca-cola Tube Park !!!. sweeet!! i wonder if Paul Stanley and Peter Chris will take turns rolling them selves down the mountain in inner tubes, maybe they'll have an after party at staff housing. I'm not even going to give you the times and info for this if you want it, Blackle it.
excuse me whilst i change my positive bracelet to the other hand.

WES MAKEPEACE and THE FALL OF SUMMER

2007-08-22T20:11:00.000-07:00

Another one to take note of here -Good things have been happening on the Wes Makpeace front.
Wes has been jamming with his long time buddies from The Fall Of Summer which has translated into a whole new and different sound for Wes.... well not so much different as in just fuller and richer. It seems that the guitar of Jay Greenway, the drums of Mark Bannock and the base of Mark Caulder have done nothing but increase the impact and feel that wes's songs already have and i personally think that this is only the beginning of Wes's musical expansion.The boys are going to be playing THE PUNK NIGHT on Sunday at Garfinkel's nightclub in Whistler at around 10pm. doors open at 9:30pm. It also happens to fall on the same day as the Whistler leg of Bowl Series #13...wich is nice. don't sleep on this shit, its sure to be memorable

CAPiTA web page launch !!

2007-08-21T13:03:00.000-07:00

Theres been a shit load happening on the CAPiTA front these days. Travis Parker and Corey Smith have parted ways and decided to "move on" as has Amature and our very own David Rouleau who has decided to give up the game in hopes of some industry related work. maybee that means he'll be putting in more time here at the gnarcore offices...well we'll see. click below and check out the web page to view the updated team which has added Dan Brise, Jonas Carlson and Dustin Craven to the pro team. Damn talk about changing of the gaurd. i'm sure those killers will bring a whole new life to CAPiTA and i for one can't wait to see what happens over the next couple years.

also the long awaited release of CAPiTA's first video aptly named FIRSTKISS....
lets check out some teasers shall we.....

ahhhhhhhhhh shit, true CAPiTA fashion right there. love 'em or hate 'em this company has always had its finger on the pulse and no doubt will come correct with this film.
how do you buy you ask?
click below and then go to VIDEO on the site.

Beaudry pops plublication cherry !

2007-08-21T03:25:00.000-07:00

The Beaud abides ! Our very own Matt Beaudry has just recently gotten (yes gotten) his first ever published photo in this months issue of Future Snowboard Mag. all i gota say is WAY TO FUCKIN GO MANG!
if you know matt, then you know that this is well deserved as he has been killing it for years. and who shot that fine photo? welly welly well then, non other then, one of our favorites JOHN SCARTH. what a guy...what a guy i say. lets take a closer look at that again..shall we.
damn! that is nice.
speaking of Matt i recently got this random cell phone photo of him sent to me courtesy of one Patrick-Rochon Begley.
baahahahahahah, look at him go.will he ever stop?
god i hope not.

darker web pages save lives, or at least energy

2007-08-17T19:37:00.000-07:00

earlier today whilst cruising my new favorite web site theaestheticpoetic.com i came across some very interesting information regarding a search engine called Blackle. yes blackle, its kinda like google only, well..blacker. apparently having a more predominately black screen takes up way less energy then a white one. this is good and we here at the gnarcore blog were already (by default i might add) all over that idea. Even just reading this and writing it back to you has served as a great reminder for me to stop being such a piece of shit and live a little greener. For a more educated version of what i just said click here

a defective little premeire

2007-08-12T03:01:00.000-07:00

Defective Editor ILari -killing it

I woke up hung over and found some weed to help the afternoon along. Gerhard got off work at 6 and we met at my house to get ready to go see the new defective project CHILD SUPPORT at Sean Johnson’s house in Sqaumish B.C. Gerhard, who was also feeling the effects of the nightbefore, posted up in front of my DVD player as I ran around the house getting ready and trying to avoid this video on you tube...
...man that shit is tooo funny. I gave the dirty kitchen the old “see ya tomorrow” treatment for the forth time this week and spent my last $1.50 on a coffee at the husky to battle the burnout before we blurred our way south towards a vanilla sky.
I got vague instructions from Eman Anderson earlier that night but I still wasn’t quite sure where the house was. Once we pulled up I knew we are at the right place from the barrage of jacked up trucks, shred dude sticker jobs and extreme looking adventure vehicles parked out front.We found Johnson right away, shook hands, nodded heads, and began, very badly I might add, working the crowd. Anthony Vitale was already there, smoking and joking with boozy the clown himself, Jeff Bazowy. I looked around and saw long time whistler loc Allen Aube and a bunch of heads that I didn’t recognize. In an unfamiliar social situation it’s natural for one to gravitate towards people or things that one’s more…well, familiar with. I found Chris Wimbles and Phil Thomas who kept me occupied for a second,...but like a small child with A.D.D my eyes started to wonder and I just starting poking my head around the place checking things out.

Sean Johnson ! he's just like you, he reads OK weekly...ur..that might be his girlfriends

Just as I thought I had arrived too early and I was out of things to do I turned around and found my favorite dude in the whole world…......Mike Klinkhammer.Mike showed me Johnson’s mini ramp, then showed me how to use it. kinda

squint its dark

After I could look at klinks sweaty face no more I turned around to find Simon and a tray of snacks,things were looking up and I made my way to the backyard where a projector and screen had been put up to watch the movie.... i looked around some more...Rich Odam had turned up, so had the Keenan brothers, Shin Campos, Matt Belize, Oli Gagnon, Geatan Chanut. Gerhard found Ben couves, and I found a piece of grass up front so I could take it all in.

L to R- Sollers, Odem and his girl, McClatchy and Belzile, G with DWDs Jeff Keenan

OB 1 enterprises head Ben Couves, with his sporting beer

Sean and Gary were trying to take this sweet vacation photo when some douche snuck in the back and ruined the shot. what and asshole

the god father of the french canadian snowboarder, Martin Gallant. Martin cam prepared with three take out conatiners of poutine
what shred house isn't complete with the trampodeck, and i don't know why i have this picture of mark solers with his canadian passport but i zoomed in on it in photoshop and it said that his full name is Mark Alexander Moffat.... you add the Sollers and that makes his initials M.A.M.S... ha! hey whats up mams !....hey mam do you think its ok if me an kenny go out and play tonight, m'k mams?, mams? MAaaaghMS !...ok i'll stop.To say the movie was off the hook would be an understatement. CHILD SUPPORT was just the kind of snowboard video I’ve been wanting to see-high quality well filmed 16mm backcountry shots somehow mixed beautifully with gritty, raw digi street rail shots and real deal lifestyles. There was throwback footage form Tom Burt and Terry kidwell, which was totally vintage and some how surprisingly relevant and on point, Joe sexton had bangers and you’ll fall in love with this kid in a second, (dare I say biggest double kinker ever front sided?) a ridiculous amount of backwards sliding through gnarly, cold euro kinks. Simon has a huge presence (as expected) showing up in almost everyone’s part with style for miles and then back again. There was a shit load of non-team riders reping stepchild, which was nice to see. Is stepchild the home for the homeless in the board department? I don’t know but these guys have a huge extended family and a lot of foster children in every discipline of snowboarding. Marku Koski had a picture perfect double cat, it was nice to see Shin Campos in there doing his thing, although he later shrugged off my compliments. Oh modesty, will you ever stop? We got a nice little tease of what Eman Anderson is capable of on a snowboard, damn! Look out. Chris Wimbles came out of fucking nowhere with a couple notable bangers and a ridiculously notable double cork attempt. And Mark Sollers…Mark-freakin-Sollers. I’m going to go out on a limb here and saying that this guy is thee next “it kid” to blow up out of whistler. Not a huge part but more then memorable hammers off a couple of famous whistler landmarks that you gotta see to belive.

Sollors, the mandinga of the neighbourhood

One last thing…who the hell is Scotty Vine? My god, that guy has the best intro ever...and his part aint half bad either… if you don’t know…YOU WILL, this kid, like most of the stepchildren is not going to be easy to forget. Damn, damn, damn, damn DAMN ! No bullshit, this vids going to be hard to beat. I would advise buying an actually copy as aposed to waiting for the inevitable youtube rip. Your eyes will thank you after you watch it every-single-freakin-day before you go ridding.

PEACE (loud and deep)

day 1

2007-08-11T18:31:00.000-07:00