With rising rent in SF and knowing mostly other young artists without capitol, I desired a way to live rent free, have a space to do my craft, and get to see more of the world. Inspired by the many historical artists who have longed similar longings I discovered the beauty of artist residencies. Lilo runs Adhoc Collective in Vienna which not only has a fully equipped artists creative studio, but an indoor halfpipe, and private artist quarters. It was like a modern day castle or skate cathedral. It exists in almost a utopic state, totally free to those that apply and come with a real passion for both art and skateboarding (PHOTOS).
Reasons Why San Francisco Is the Worst
2014 is slowly turning into the “Year of San Francisco.” The East Coast media in America has anointed SF as the new hub for innovation, conspicuous consumption, and comically absurd rents. New York Magazine parachuted a bunch of reporters into the Bay Areato figure out how to steal their douchebags back. The article asked “Is San Francisco New York?” No, it’s much worse. The existential crisis around San Francisco’s ascension to the heights of assholery stands in stark contrast to the fact that it is damn near unlivable for most normal people.
The end is nigh for a city that used to be a magnet for the counter-culture. San Francisco was strangled, so we decided to go over the numerous causes of death.
Everyone Worth a Damn Is Moving to Oakland
San Francisco used to be that place you moved to if you were too weird for LA, but too lazy for New York. It was a perfect city to ply your trade as a quirky motherfucker with a penchant for “edgy performance art” and whimsical scarves. That was just dandy. We liked that.
Around every corner, there could be an anarchist bookshop or a dude covered in glitter, wearing a Spongebob t-shirt, and sporting a raging hard-on. Where did that San Francisco go? Across the fucking bridge, that’s where.
Oakland is cheaper than San Francisco (but not by much), it’s close to Berkeley’s cultural gravity, and it’s just a BART trip away from what’s left of SF’s relevance. It’s also an industrial wasteland full of crime and Raider fans. You might ask yourself, What happened to San Francisco’s iconoclastic spirit…? Well, in two simple words:
There’s always been a bourgeois element to San Francisco that we all just ignored. The landed gentry of Nob Hill, Pac Heights, and Sea Cliff have always been there. They have owned their home for years, love wearing fleece sweaters, own nothing but real wood furniture, and are the type of people who tool around McCovey Cove in their yachts during Giants games. They are from a different planet and don’t mingle with the plebs. They have their world of brandy snifters, champagne flutes, cheese tastings, and obscure European automobiles. They honestly don’t care what you think.
The tech bro, on the other hand, seeks to engage in city life. They go to the same bars you do. They eat at the same restaurants. They badly want to be accepted as “cool,” while also having more money than you and getting chauffeured to work in a free corporate bus. Their insistence on trying to infiltrate the real San Francisco has pretty much killed the real San Francisco. Dolores Park, once a safe haven for burnouts to drink 40s and smoke weed at 2:30 PM on a Tuesday, is now the world’s biggest networking event for dudes who wear khakis to the gym.
In New York, Wall Street people know they’re pricks. In Los Angeles, Hollywood people are too stupid to know they’re pricks. In San Francisco, tech bros think they’re saving the world with their crackpot schemes aka “start-ups.” They’re the fucking worst.
This entire shit was hilarious (and true).
Keep up the bad press, and stop moving to my city. Kthanxbye
#7, 10, 16 super hardcore, 18.
Woodie- The Clock Is Tickin’
Quicker than the eyes
You was hittin’ Mary-Jane
To ease the pain
Your homie died
Muthafucka I’m a ride
To the rallies on steel
I’m in the bushes camouflage
Ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout no clientele
If I fail I’ll rot in jail
And if I succeed
I’ll burn in hell
So either way I’m fucked in these streets
The Bible says I live my life rough
Statistics say I’ll die young
I can’t disagree cuz I’m a
Fuckin’ walkin’ time bomb
The clock is tickin’
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin’ to beat
Upon your flesh you wanna kill me
Ya’ll the type that pull your strap
And shoot holes in the ceiling
And I get out for killin’
Sucka give it up
With your strap beside and ride
To the club and live it up
Out to the cuts
The clock is tickin’
In the bushes camouflaged
Waiting for my victim
I never thought that I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
One eye open sleepin’ with my gun
50 dollars bought my first strap
A sawed off one shot gauge
Since the a day I lay the blaze
I was stuck in evil ways
At the power that it could devour
Strip that O.G. from his reputation
In the late night hour
Shells shower let the situation sour funk
But ain’t no stoppin’ the poppin’
That gets the droppin’ these pumps
I found my callin’ and I
Hooked up with some natural born killas
Preferrin’ 45 caliber’s over 9 miler’s
Survivals of the peelas
So I creep precaution
Steppin’ out his skylark
An I’m red chucks flossin’, hoggin’
I’ll be that muthafucka that you hate
Cuz you know I’ll take that clip and
Slap it in and test your fate
And demonstrate the Yoc influenced
State of mind that I’m stuck
I’ll be committin’ sins wit a devilish grin
I gives a fuck
Out to the cuts..
if you dont like this or at least appreciate the use of experience driven lyrics we dont have much in common.
these songs are absolute poetry from a mind that chose to experience life in a way many only hear of.
if you dont see the beauty in woodies raps then we probably have nothing true in common because these raps inspire my artistry more than anything.
Woodie- Callin’ Your Bluff
Wanna nut up? Sucka what up? Run up punk or shut up
Cause I’m a put a slug in your lung and have you coughin’ blood up
Cause I’m fed up with these suckaz talkin’ threats behind my back
But when you see me you avoid me, punk you said you gonna snap
I ain’t no heavyweight so demonstrate your plan to bust my grill
I guess you heard it through the grapevine, that Norteno Woodie kills
I ain’t tryin’ to knock your teeth out, I’m tryin’ to blow your brains out
With a tre-five-sev I’ll leave your skull hollow and body laid out
It’s that Yoc life that got me like this ain’t no point in me to fight it
My veins are pumpin’ a virus and I call it homicidus
For my scrap killin’ tendencies, ain’t lookin’ for no remedies
I’m thinkin’ of ways to get more straps to execute my enemies
The APD wanna see the end of me so I gotta watch my step
I take back-roads and speak in code ‘cause phone calls they will intercept
And I bet, they’re posted down the block with black binocs
Stakin’ out the spot if shit gets hot their scope is on my knot
I still plot strategies of dissipating gun powder
Hit that block with an s-k chop and watch these hollow tips devour
Best be able to walk, where you talk don’t highside
Dank and liquor got ya’ feelin’ brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I’m callin’ your bluff
So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up
this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life
Equipto- This Is For All
This is for all my peoples who that felt that,
dream in life, but somehow got held back.
If it cant get handled cuz your problems is financial,
regardless of anything lettin em know what you stand for.
Got to have the patience, balls, and keep determination,
willing, to learn and listen to reach your destinantion.
Just might be facin life and death situation,
depending on the fantasy that you be chasin down,
try and escape, your feelin stuck on the streets,
so you put your all into becoming an athlete.
Had a bad knee injury, and all you hear?
is your career is gone, nothin to fall back on.
And your mad because you didnt get drafted by the best organization,
not good enough to entertain the nation.
swore up n down you was a rookie sensation,
and now you signin all your autographs on applications.
ive seen real ball players runnin game,
and ive seen their reality dreams go down the drain.
Cuz bills had to get paid, the system to be made,
and they never made the team cuz of grades.
but teachers just afraid of the facts so they try to take advantage,
by manipulatin minds and drift away from your talents.
But ima balance everything i can off track,
and show my peoples that they never could hold us back,
This is for all my peoples who that felt that,
dream in life, but somehow got held back,
if it cant get handled cuz your problems is financial,
regardless of anything lettin em know what we stand for.