Showing posts with label derailleurs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label derailleurs. Show all posts
Friday, April 27, 2012
Monday, June 27, 2011
2011: Year of the Music Video
Thanks to Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits.
They introduced me to the fun of making music videos.
It all started with Freaky Baby. One of the funnest weekends of the year, or so I thought.
Then Real Cool, Time is Crawling, Lost? in Space (more of an acid trip than music.)
In May Derailleurs cameo'd in The Real numbers PSA "The Wiggle".
Friday I got the pleasure of working with MC SpandX on his newest, "Le Velo".
When can we get together and make a Derailleurs video?
This is FUN!
LE VELO:
REAL COOL:
FREAKY BABY:
Credit Reel:
LOST? and FOUND IN SPACE:
They introduced me to the fun of making music videos.
It all started with Freaky Baby. One of the funnest weekends of the year, or so I thought.
Then Real Cool, Time is Crawling, Lost? in Space (more of an acid trip than music.)
In May Derailleurs cameo'd in The Real numbers PSA "The Wiggle".
Friday I got the pleasure of working with MC SpandX on his newest, "Le Velo".
When can we get together and make a Derailleurs video?
This is FUN!
LE VELO:
REAL COOL:
FREAKY BABY:
Credit Reel:
LOST? and FOUND IN SPACE:
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, October 4, 2010
FREAKY BABY!!!
Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits
Mystic Knights of the Cobra
Bay Area Derailleurs
Oakland Pyrate Punkx
Can Cannibals
Freaky Baby!
Tell us what you think!
Mystic Knights of the Cobra
Bay Area Derailleurs
Oakland Pyrate Punkx
Can Cannibals
Freaky Baby!
Tell us what you think!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
FREAKY!
The Derailleurs were featured in a song by Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits entitled "Freaky Baby".
It's an epic punk booty rap song.
What?
Yeah.
2Live Crew x Blatz
Buy it here:
and come to the Record Release show on Friday Sept. 24th
@ The Uptown in Oakland
Gunna be off the chain!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Closed for Total Rethink: Oil Actions this weekend in SF
Friday, June 11th, 2010 a group of community actioneers converged on the Fell street Arco station, a subsidiary of BP, with signs and plants.
Their mission was to stop commerce for even a moment in the wake of the unstoppable oil leak.
They armed themselves with trees and plants, and thoughts enscribed on signs about the trio of problems culminating on the corner of Fell and Divisadero. Their three laments were the environmental disaster in the gulf, the rate of consumption of oil products by our society, and the dangerous traffic inflicting the bike lane on the main Fell st arterial.
They managed to stop commerce and block the entrance for 3 hours.
First Hand Accounts of the Protest:
http://onthelevelblog.wordpress.com/2010/06/12/fell-st-arco-closed-for-total-rethink/
About the Bike Lane Dangers:
Dude Where's my Bike Lane?
My next update will be about the HAIR RAISING Party that kicked butt.
FYI:
Hair Booms Are IN!!
Get your local salons to gather their shampooed hair for boom stuffing.
Sign up for Matter of Trust (http://matteroftrust.org)
*This will boost the political body of a renewable resource that is #1 in oil absorbency! Sign up even if you don't collect hair. This is a numbers game.
Make hair booms to send directly to affected areas.
The more we soak up, the less there is to deal with.
BP is the criminal in charge of the crime scene.
We will not stand by and wait for an apology.
*****More HAIR RAISING efforts will be coming soon. This is an ongoing scheme. The Derailleurs are streamlining information and relief efforts. More to be announced soon. Send any volunteer ideas to us. bayareaderailleurs(at)gmail dot com*******
How to make a Hair Boom:
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, November 20, 2009
SF BIKE EXPO sat. 21st 4:30
Derailleurs
Bike Fashion Stage
SF Bike Expo
Cow Palace
4:30pm
Be there.
Trackstand competition
Bike Fashion Show
Bike Fashion Stage
SF Bike Expo
Cow Palace
4:30pm
Be there.
Trackstand competition
Bike Fashion Show
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tubular Tweed Ride!
It ruled.
People look really good in tweed.
Any the participants were great at doing what we wanted. With smiles.
I couldn't stop smiling.
Mustaches always make for a good time.
Here are some photos I found today: (thanks flickr.com)
Gary Fisher starting the game with the mallet throw:
In action:
"
The Crowd celebrating the goal:
thanks Russel Daniels
http://www.flickr.com/photos/redhorses/
People look really good in tweed.
Any the participants were great at doing what we wanted. With smiles.
I couldn't stop smiling.
Mustaches always make for a good time.
Here are some photos I found today: (thanks flickr.com)
Gary Fisher starting the game with the mallet throw:
In action:
"The Crowd celebrating the goal:
thanks Russel Daniels
http://www.flickr.com/photos/redhorses/
Thursday, August 27, 2009
SF Tweed Ride and Bike Polo
Save the Date:
September 16th 6:30pm
Dolores Park Tennis Courts
Dear Friends and all the hirsute able,
The Derailleurs are teaming up with SF Tweed Ride and SF Hardtop Bike Polo for a special night of movies and your chance to be in one.
What:
Derailleurs will be filming a scene from our upcoming movie.
The scene is supposed to be back in time, so bring your cruisers and derby caps.
MUSTACHES ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED.
Our performance is fairly short. We might perform it twice or thrice for all the detailed delight.
Then off to the movies with the dapper riders.
Our movie has the intention to give a shout out to local bicycle badassery.
That means we want you to come out in full, handlebar mustache effect.
Find those suspenders, bloomers, and blouses.
You will be a VIP at the screening!
For more background info:
http://sftweed.com/
See you there!
ps: If anyone has lightning we could use, send and email to bayareabikedance@gmail.com
September 16th 6:30pm
Dolores Park Tennis Courts
Dear Friends and all the hirsute able,
The Derailleurs are teaming up with SF Tweed Ride and SF Hardtop Bike Polo for a special night of movies and your chance to be in one.
What:
Derailleurs will be filming a scene from our upcoming movie.
The scene is supposed to be back in time, so bring your cruisers and derby caps.
MUSTACHES ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED.
Our performance is fairly short. We might perform it twice or thrice for all the detailed delight.
Then off to the movies with the dapper riders.
Our movie has the intention to give a shout out to local bicycle badassery.
That means we want you to come out in full, handlebar mustache effect.
Find those suspenders, bloomers, and blouses.
You will be a VIP at the screening!
For more background info:
http://sftweed.com/
See you there!
ps: If anyone has lightning we could use, send and email to bayareabikedance@gmail.com
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Scraper Bikes is on the Move:
Fresh from Baby Champ comes a new video teaser.
The Scraper Bike King is continually tweeting away the psalm of the scrapers.
In this one you see the clear graduation to a unified team, with matching jacket colors ala the traditional bike club (Black Label, Rat Patrol, Hell's Angels, etc.) and riding formations.
Scraper Bike Movement is growing!
I am still surprised I don't see more wheels in SF scraped out.
I am considerably amazed the hipsters haven't found yet another way to accessorize their bikes.
Scrapin' is super cheap and I bet it will catch on this year with the economy on the gutters and people unafraid to be inventive with less.
I give a loud Holla! to the Trunk Boiz for starting a positive outlet for creative and physical pleasures. And for instigating bike awesomeness in the ghetto. I used to live in West Oakland. It was hard and dangerous, and I was baffled at the attention to bling and namebrands. These kids out causing trouble could be kept entertained for hours scraping out a wheel and then taking it for a spin. Perfecting tricks. Getting hyphy on the Bike. I am so down with that. Instead of gun violence and hate crimes.
In fact, I hope there is a renegade crew of youngn's that takes the bike dance movement to a new level and blows all the rest of the existing teams out of the water. They could raise the bar for the future of bikedancing. I can see it now...
Last year The Derailleurs semi-renegaded the Scraper Bikes for Life Ride to Silence The Violence. Jino brought the soundsystem and we caught the kaleidoscopic clan careening around Lake Merritt. We chased each other in intersection circles. I swear each of those kids with a trike had a sound system. Everyone had fresh paint and matching clothes.
We got to the park and the sound system jammed out while the dj's got set up.
Apparently no one knew we were going to dance. And apparently the sound system for this world famous dj didn't show up either. So with the small amount of politeness, they used Jino Pedalnoise's BOOMIN' speakers and we set up our scraper parasols. Curious kids would walk up to them and marvel some of the designs. They didn't know what to make of these funky white cousins of the Scraper Movement busting in with the biggest sound system to save the day.
The dj really didn't want us to dance even though we were doing him a favor. He turned the music off after the first song. Uhm, excuse me?! Can I get a Hell NO!! Bite the hand that feeds him grumble grumble...
We didn't know what to make of it either. There was a tension on both sides. It's like we didn't speak each others languages. I didn't want to be cliche and I didn't want my inner gangsta to come out in my speaking patterns, for fear of being insulting. But I have been so down since, like, the fifth grade, or something.
Then Harrison come by with his Golden Tallbike and Wick was there with his twin frame and they let the aloofly excited boys try their luck on this extension of heaven. The Derailleurs busted out the Double Dutch ropes and made a communication bridge with the little ones between the people on the other benches and the wacky turquoise ladies in Mad Max mentalities.
We played our show to the quiet audience.
I don't think they knew that it was okay to yell vulgarities and swoon and hiss and cheer. They didn't know what to think of us. They might not have know that they could treat us like they would their own homies and clap and shake off the smile in a nod to the chest.
These kids threw basketballs at us multiple times until Sailor, one of The Brakes, confiscated the ball until the end of the set. He also gave them a good scolding that you can hear on one of the videos.
To be honest, this wasn't our strongest shows. I think it was the third. We were growing. But the kids were being little punks and riding through our show on their bikes. Oh well, make the best of it.
After the show we retired to the trees, waiting for the weirdness to wear off and the food to arrive. After the food there were some amazing acts, with some sistas that were awesome and of course, our chance to see The Scraper Bike song LIVE~! So Exciting. I got on one of the cars parked there so I could get a good view. Started jumping and the owner came by and kicked me off, and handed me a card. It was their manager and he was a great guy. At the end of the night we had a few moments of filming for a new video featuring a 4 year old singin,
"Went from a car to a bike to a scraper bike."
Hollis and I did a synchronized parasol dance and we snuck our way into a 2 second clip in the movie. I'll try to find the video.
Then a grip of kids started possying to east Oakland and away with them went the golden tall bike. We had to appeal to Thee King himself and ask for it's speedy return. We knew it would show up as an object of interest and if he found it, the prize for it's return and the punishment for it's disappearance was a free lesson on how to make a tall bike.
About five days later Harrison got a call and they organized a drop off for the recovered object of desire. But the captor didn't fess up and the lesson was postponed indefinitely.
We should really set up a workshop day where we make a crap ton of mutant bikes for the colorful Oakland kids to scrape out and rock.
While we were waiting in the park for news on the missing bike's whearabouts, this aswesome kid was showing off his bike tricks for us and we showed him a few to practice. We spent a good 45 minutes with him, giving him tips and encouragement. He left and then came back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face.
"I just found out that my grandma died 45 minutes ago."
Oh that just crushed us. A few of us went up to him and gave him a big hug. A huge hug. We let him know that it was alright to cry and be sad. It was a heartbreaking moment. It was an honor that he wanted to share the news with us, because we had been with him, giving him positivity, when such a sad thing happened. It was symbolic of the last brick to fall of the frustrating wall that we had been chipping away at all day. The terrible situation brought our differing lifestyles and languages into the same sphere in a unification with the same fate we all face.
My thoughts go out to that sweet, sweet boy.
The Scraper Bike King is continually tweeting away the psalm of the scrapers.
In this one you see the clear graduation to a unified team, with matching jacket colors ala the traditional bike club (Black Label, Rat Patrol, Hell's Angels, etc.) and riding formations.
Scraper Bike Movement is growing!
I am still surprised I don't see more wheels in SF scraped out.
I am considerably amazed the hipsters haven't found yet another way to accessorize their bikes.
Scrapin' is super cheap and I bet it will catch on this year with the economy on the gutters and people unafraid to be inventive with less.
I give a loud Holla! to the Trunk Boiz for starting a positive outlet for creative and physical pleasures. And for instigating bike awesomeness in the ghetto. I used to live in West Oakland. It was hard and dangerous, and I was baffled at the attention to bling and namebrands. These kids out causing trouble could be kept entertained for hours scraping out a wheel and then taking it for a spin. Perfecting tricks. Getting hyphy on the Bike. I am so down with that. Instead of gun violence and hate crimes.
In fact, I hope there is a renegade crew of youngn's that takes the bike dance movement to a new level and blows all the rest of the existing teams out of the water. They could raise the bar for the future of bikedancing. I can see it now...
Last year The Derailleurs semi-renegaded the Scraper Bikes for Life Ride to Silence The Violence. Jino brought the soundsystem and we caught the kaleidoscopic clan careening around Lake Merritt. We chased each other in intersection circles. I swear each of those kids with a trike had a sound system. Everyone had fresh paint and matching clothes.
We got to the park and the sound system jammed out while the dj's got set up.
Apparently no one knew we were going to dance. And apparently the sound system for this world famous dj didn't show up either. So with the small amount of politeness, they used Jino Pedalnoise's BOOMIN' speakers and we set up our scraper parasols. Curious kids would walk up to them and marvel some of the designs. They didn't know what to make of these funky white cousins of the Scraper Movement busting in with the biggest sound system to save the day.
The dj really didn't want us to dance even though we were doing him a favor. He turned the music off after the first song. Uhm, excuse me?! Can I get a Hell NO!! Bite the hand that feeds him grumble grumble...
We didn't know what to make of it either. There was a tension on both sides. It's like we didn't speak each others languages. I didn't want to be cliche and I didn't want my inner gangsta to come out in my speaking patterns, for fear of being insulting. But I have been so down since, like, the fifth grade, or something.
Then Harrison come by with his Golden Tallbike and Wick was there with his twin frame and they let the aloofly excited boys try their luck on this extension of heaven. The Derailleurs busted out the Double Dutch ropes and made a communication bridge with the little ones between the people on the other benches and the wacky turquoise ladies in Mad Max mentalities.
We played our show to the quiet audience.
I don't think they knew that it was okay to yell vulgarities and swoon and hiss and cheer. They didn't know what to think of us. They might not have know that they could treat us like they would their own homies and clap and shake off the smile in a nod to the chest.
These kids threw basketballs at us multiple times until Sailor, one of The Brakes, confiscated the ball until the end of the set. He also gave them a good scolding that you can hear on one of the videos.
To be honest, this wasn't our strongest shows. I think it was the third. We were growing. But the kids were being little punks and riding through our show on their bikes. Oh well, make the best of it.
After the show we retired to the trees, waiting for the weirdness to wear off and the food to arrive. After the food there were some amazing acts, with some sistas that were awesome and of course, our chance to see The Scraper Bike song LIVE~! So Exciting. I got on one of the cars parked there so I could get a good view. Started jumping and the owner came by and kicked me off, and handed me a card. It was their manager and he was a great guy. At the end of the night we had a few moments of filming for a new video featuring a 4 year old singin,
"Went from a car to a bike to a scraper bike."
Hollis and I did a synchronized parasol dance and we snuck our way into a 2 second clip in the movie. I'll try to find the video.
Then a grip of kids started possying to east Oakland and away with them went the golden tall bike. We had to appeal to Thee King himself and ask for it's speedy return. We knew it would show up as an object of interest and if he found it, the prize for it's return and the punishment for it's disappearance was a free lesson on how to make a tall bike.
About five days later Harrison got a call and they organized a drop off for the recovered object of desire. But the captor didn't fess up and the lesson was postponed indefinitely.
We should really set up a workshop day where we make a crap ton of mutant bikes for the colorful Oakland kids to scrape out and rock.
While we were waiting in the park for news on the missing bike's whearabouts, this aswesome kid was showing off his bike tricks for us and we showed him a few to practice. We spent a good 45 minutes with him, giving him tips and encouragement. He left and then came back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face.
"I just found out that my grandma died 45 minutes ago."
Oh that just crushed us. A few of us went up to him and gave him a big hug. A huge hug. We let him know that it was alright to cry and be sad. It was a heartbreaking moment. It was an honor that he wanted to share the news with us, because we had been with him, giving him positivity, when such a sad thing happened. It was symbolic of the last brick to fall of the frustrating wall that we had been chipping away at all day. The terrible situation brought our differing lifestyles and languages into the same sphere in a unification with the same fate we all face.
My thoughts go out to that sweet, sweet boy.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
New Derailleurs Videos:
From "Sprock Out With Your Cog Out"
july 20th @ Ace Junkyard
Check out this Flickr.com link:From BikePortland.org!! Thanks J.Maus
http://flickr.com/photos/bikeportland/sets/72157606234308325/
july 20th @ Ace Junkyard
Check out this Flickr.com link:From BikePortland.org!! Thanks J.Maus
http://flickr.com/photos/bikeportland/sets/72157606234308325/
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sprock Out With Yer Cog Out!!!
Sprock Out With Your Cog Out!
-a bike dance dance party
Sunday July 20th
$5 5pm-12am
Ace Junkyard
2255 Mckinnon st off bayshore
Sprockettes all girl bike dance troop!
The Sprockettes all girl mini bike dance troop from Portland OR.
Here Comes a Big Black Cloud (portland)
Heavy Pedal Cyclecide
The Derailleurs Bay Area all girl bike dance troop.
Grass Widow
Space Madness
Double Dutchess
Floral Beef
Come out to the post-apacalyptic Ace Junkyard to celebrate the triumphant return of the world’s premier bicycle dance team, The Sprockettes. These hot pink and black clad cyclists have taken it to a whole new level with dance routines performed on, with, or about bikes. They have been working hard for the past four years to bring a new branch of dance to the history books. Since their inception in 2004, they have inspired many more pedalpushing troupes including three in Canada and one in England. The newest on the roster is The Bay Area Derailleurs, who are joining The Sprockettes for a bike bash beyond belief. Heavy Pedal Cyclecide will be setting up their pedal powered amusements. Local darlings Double Dutchess
jumprope team will royally astound you with their slick moves and stamina. For your audio-entertainment we present to you the enigmatic ladies of Grass Widow. Space Madness will release a fusion of rock, blues, and mathamatic mayhem upon the crowd, and Here Comes A Big Black Cloud means the thunder storm is coming. Show starts at 5pm and goes till midnight.
2255 Mckinnion St. San Francisco CA (off Bay Shore Blvd.)
Only $5 bucks
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