Skateboarding
and punk rock have gone hand in hand for years because
one, they were both relatively underground in their
respective uprisings through the suburban landscapes
and two, the energy level of both genres' seemingly
feed off of each other through different interpretations
of area locales, yearly phases and trends, and age groups.
The skate-rock phenomenon
that started in the late
70's and early 80's was
a take off of the “Do
It Yourself” handbook
not readily given out
at schools, not learned
on some internet chat
line, and not what mom
and dad wanted to be a
part of at all!
In the day, punk rock was
hated by cops, parents,
school officials, preists
& clergymen, jocks,
nerds. All they
understood was the status
quo (be nice, act nice,
earn a living by getting
a job, have a family,
look proper, and keep
up with the Joneses…
all the stuff you detest
when you 17).
If you skateboarded in
the mid 70's like I did,
you took a lot shit for
trying something new and
by not doing established
regular team sports like
tennis or whatever the
hell kids did then. Growing
up in So Cal—30
miles inland from the
beach—you either
wanted to be a jock, hippie,
low-rider, or wanna-be
"surfer." Those
were your choices. I took
the wanna-be “surfer”
route which ultimately
lead to skating, which
in turn lead me to punk
rock.
My friends and I were punky
little twelve year old
kids listening to the
A.M. radio hits of the
day such as Aerosmith,
Bowie, Alice Cooper, Ted
Nugent, The Stones, T-Rex,
Queen, and Kiss. We would
rock and get pumped-up
riding down the streets
that were our backyard
playgrounds back then.
There was nothing like
the wind blowing through
your hair while rolling
low to the ground dragging
your hand on the pavement
pretending you were riding
a wave. The mags really
hadn't come out quite
yet and we didn't do much
other than carve around
empty coke cans, jump
over broom sticks, and
ride nose wheelies.
During this time, O.P.
and Hang Ten ruled the
fashion runways of my
school. I hated all that
shit (I still do now that
it is back in fashion).
We
tried real hard to shy away from all the same shit that
everybody else did and that is why skating is still
so important to me. It saved me from all the bullshit
that went down around me and instead of me trying to
fit into someone else’s scheme we made up our
own scene by skating and the people we met through skating.
We had our own look, our own language, and our own places
to congregate. We were doing what nobody else was doing
at the time (at least in our area). There were only
maybe ten people in the day doing what we were doing.
Flat-landing turned into
to bank-riding. Anything
and everything deemed
sloped in the slightest
way was our playground
for learning new maneuvers
or practicing old-time
favorites like your standard
kick-turn.
Right about this time
pool-riding came into
it's own and we like everyone
who skated at that time
wanted to become pool-riders
like our heroes in the
magazines. This was the
winter of 75' going into
the spring of 76'. The
magazine "Skateboarder
" was our Bible and
we went back to it all
the time for references
and inspiration. What
we saw in the magazine
influenced us to extremes
that knew no boundaries.
We skated more and more
pools (Central, Santa
Anita, Bel-Air, Arnie's,
Holt pool, Royal pools
down the street, D St.
pool, B St. Apartments
square bowl, 25th St.,
Egg Bowl, Roll Bowl, and
the mighty L-Pool), We
also skated at the Mt.
Baldy Pipeline (a dam
with a 14.5 diameter tunnel).
Skating in a pipe is the
purest form of skating
where rolling and gravitational
pull are your best friends.
Skating at this point was
new. Technology was not
what it is today and everything
we did was done by trial
and error. Pain was everywhere
but you learned to deal
with it.
Kids would spit and tease
us for wearing those clown-like
2-tone Vans which all
the skaters wore eons
before the first fashion
wave hit influenced by
skaters. A good three
months or so elapsed before
the trend caught on. It
was then we skaters were
all the rage during the
summer of 77'.
Shit-loads
of changes occurred during the next two years with the
advent of skate parks. All across California they spreading
like wildfire as well as all over the whole U.S. Skateboarding
was everywhere at this point - 3 magazines, on the T.V.,
in print ads, on Charlie's Angels, and "C.H.iP.s."
With this came the eventual sponsorship which started
with little surf shops and local wheel manufacturers
like C+D and Paved Pacific surf shop. From there
it was the Pipeline team which allowed free skate time
at the park (which was a godsend). The park was a definite
stepping-stone in the right direction for skateboarding
and thanks must go out to the Hoffmans for taken us
into their extended family.
The parks enabled a lot
of skaters to come from
their respective areas
to meet and compete. It
was from this diverse
make-up of different locales
and ethnic backgrounds/upbringings
that bore the fruit of
what was to become the
skate punk explosion.
A wave of skate parks
hit the continental U.S.
The A.S.P.O. and the Hester
Series were born. The
first wave of parks were
Carlsbad, Montebello,
Anaheim's Concrete Wave,
Mesa, Skater Crater, Skatopia
in Buena Park, and alittle
later Pipeline, Big-O,
Lakewood, The Runway in
Torrance, Paramount, Whittier,
Reseda Skatercross, Oxnard,
Sparks in Goleta, Skate
Ranch in Colton, Grand
Prix and Pomona Pipe &
Pool in Pomona, Oasis,
Del Mar, Ramona, Vista,
Glendora Pipeline, Newark,
Winchester, Skate in the
Shade, Hi-Roller, Milpitas,
Campbell , and too many
others I've forgotten.
The Hester Series came to Spring Valley in the form
of the first ever pool/bowl-riding competition which
I won amidst controversy. Everybody who's anybody in
the skate world was there to participate and celebrate.
The Hester series was a 4 park contest series held during
the spring and summer months with freestyle pool riding,
a consecutive one-wheeler event, doubles with 2 skaters,
and pipe-pasting where applicable (only some parks had
pipes). The parks where it was held were Spring Valley,
Newark, Pipeline, and Big - O.
Music was pumped into the
bowl via a stereo system
p.a. device which started
playing what we were listening
to at the time. As time
went on the music became
louder, faster, and stronger.
The vibe was there and
D.P. still had long hair
and rode for Hobie. He
flew to the Boulder contest
with El Gato and Darrell
Miller. They had tickets
there but not return tickets.
That inspired all of them
to do well or stay stuck
in Colorado. I had hurt
my knee badly at Winchester
(torn ACL) and was on
the contest comeback.
After taking a fall at
Boulder, I knew on my
second run that I would
not make the cut so I
shot my board into the
bleachers. This caused
a uproar from my then
sponsor Kyrptonics and
team manager D.David Morin
(later a commercial actor).
I was found guilty for
acting in a non-professional
manner. That was punk
in my opinion. Thanks
to Steve Olson, I eventually
quit to ride for Santa
Cruz. Everybody knew that
Santa Cruz had the punk
team and Variflex had
the straight team.
1978 was the year of big
hair, headbands, short
shorts, and Rector kneepads.
Steve Olson won the overall
series without winning
a contest due to consistent
performances all the way
through the series. Steve
was really in my opinion,
the catalyst for the whole
skate-punk movement. The
skaters had already stoked
on the new-wave bands
like Devo, The Talking
Heads, The Ramones, The
New York Dolls, Elvis
Costello, Joe Jackson,
and the American rock/new
wave acts like Cheaptrick,
The Cars, and Tom Petty
who all sported the new-wave
look of suits and skinny
ties.
More
contests followed like the Oasis Pro (where Olson introduced
the layback!), the Winchester Open, The Milpitas Nor-Cal
contest, Lakewood Half Pipe, and the Runway in Torrance
(which was shown on C.B.S.). Every contest grew and
drew more skaters and spectators alike. The second Hester
series started in 1979 with contests held at Whittier,
Colton, Boulder Colo., Del Mar, and Pipeline. It was
at the Boulder skate park when Olson came up to me and
handed me a walk-man with the Buzzcocks on it - it changed
my life forever! I could not believe the energy of that
first Buzzcocks record - it literally blew me away!
I hadn't developed a look yet but was wearing thrift-shop
clothes on a regular basis. In those days you found
all kinds of gear you can't find now. I was in high
school at the time trying to learn about art and found
out about how Jackson Pollack inspired the Clash by
applying his aesthetics to their wardrobes by splattering
paint all over them and by stenciling letters via spray
paint - a much cheaper of way of making clothes outside
of the silk screening method.
It
was those years that were filled with youthful arrogance
and a time of self-exploration and copying what you
found radical (then changing it to go along with your
set of rules). The rules were simple; “kill all
hippies”, never wear bell bottoms, cut your hair
off, wear thrift-shop clothes (or something just strange
and weird found at yard /estate sales), discontinue
team sports, don't listen to dinosaur bands, metal,
or Springsteen. Basically, do every completely opposite
of what every one else was doing. That was punk!
I was lucky to have some
skater friends in the
U.K. at the time who sent
me gear from the Kings
Road of London where creepers,
bondage pants, and ripped
tees were the rage. My
bud Jon Shaw visited me
the summer of 1979 or
was it 1980? - I forget.
I would send him skateboard
gear they could not get
over there like Santa
Cruz Bevels, Independent
Trucks, and Blackhart
Wheels.
I f you look back into the
magazines of the times,
the skaters image reflected
what was going on in the
streets. The magazines
even had the punk influence
on typography and photo
content. You can see the
eventual rise of new wave,
punk, then hardcore in
a matter of a 5 year period
(78/79 to 83/84). This
is when punk was at it's
height of rebellion -
politically and musically.
~Steve Alba
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