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Showing posts with label Maumee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maumee. Show all posts

Saturday, May 30, 2020

There’s No Such Thing as a Wrong Note–Art Tatum

art tatum toledo
Brother Ryan A. Bunch weighs in on the reluctant legacy of the Glass City's musical influence:
"Art Tatum’s dilapidated childhood home sits on City Park Avenue along the Dorr Street Corridor just on the outer edge of downtown, a total wreck, abandoned for decades. Out front, a gleaming bronze historical marker notes the sad relevance of the gaping hole in the foundation, the overgrown lot, the paint long-past chipping. The only splash of color offered on the drab scene is a few muraled boards guarding the long-open windows painted by teens from a nearby junior high school a few years ago. This is the perfect metaphor for Toledo music. We can’t talk about what is without talking about what was."
Take the  deep dive here:
 https://themuseumofamericana.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/ryan-a.-bunch-photo.jpg

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Happy 50th Birthday, Hot Wheels

Matchbox cars may be neat, but Hot Wheels are cool.
Vintage Hot Wheels advertisement sweet sixteen

From the original sweet sixteen to Sizzlers, and from the welt-inducing orange track to the iconic logo, we love you Hot Wheels. In celebration of your 50th anniversary, we've collected some of our favorite vintage Mattel Hot Wheels TV adverts for your viewing pleasure:

Fun Fact: The 1st Annual Hot Wheels Collectors Convention was held in Toledo, Ohio, in 1987 and returned at least four additional times in the ensuing decade. The 5th Annual Collectors convention was held in nearby Maumee, Ohio.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Found! #2: Giant "I Drink Your Blood" Silk Screen and Vintage Hand Crafted Rad Boyz Longboard Protoype.

As juvenile delinquents go, we were unquestionably some of the most creative and productive.
necros, maumee, rad boyz, rad boys, skates, skateboarding, horror movies, screenprinting, screenprint

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Maumee Rock City

Some say you gotta lose your mind there.
 #Necros, #Henry and June, #Soledad Brothers,  #Universe Crew, #McDonalds, #UpChuck, #Riot Squad, #Stain,

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Burger Thang Detroit, May 29 - June 25


Neue Haus Detroit presents Burger Thang, a show of recent works by Matt O’Brien, Chris Moore, and Greg Bokor. Official Release: Around 1982 a small group of kids from Mt. Clemens, Ann Arbor, Hudsonville, Bloomfield Hills, East Lansing and Maumee, Ohio all would meet at a ‘hole in the wall’ around the corner of Cass Avenue and Willis. That ‘hole in the wall’ was called the Freezer Theatre. They played in bands together and hung out at the Burger King on Cass Avenue. Out of this petri dish came the bands; Negative Approach, The Necros, The Meatmen, and Bored Youth, to name a few.

Three of that small group, Matt O’Brien, Chris Moore and Greg Bokor have since focused their talents on making art amongst other ventures. This show reunites them and the city that gave them much of their inspiration during that time.

Burger Thang runs from May 29-June 25 at Spread Art @detroit contemporary on 5141 Rosa Parks, Detroit.

Public Opening and Artist Talk,Thursday, May 29 at 7pm with Matt O’Brien, Chris Moore, and Greg Bokor. Burgers and drinks will be available.

Admission: Free Donation of $5 is suggested.

Contact neuehausdetroit@gmail.com for more information or visit the tumblr http://neuehausdetroit.tumblr.com/.
http://gregbokor.com/ 
http://mtobrien.com/ 
http://www.mooresong.com/ 

Neue Haus Detroit is a roving art, music, and artisan exhibition. Augusta Morrison is the founder and curator. NHD focuses on emerging artists and creating experiential happenings in alternative art spaces.

Monday, July 7, 2014

This Machine Kills Teenage Boredom: Where Is It Now?

Ibanez Deluxe 59'er "Lawsuit" Les Paul Copy
Featuring a low price of entry and above average playability, this guitar was the ideal weapon in the war on teenage boredom. Some two decades before these gits were considered "collectable," this example came into my life wearing Grover tuning pegs, a brass nut, and a Dimarzio X2N pickup in the bridge and a Super II in the neck. In other words, massive ass kicking capability without the financial risk associated with domestic instruments. Artistic expression frustration soon revealed it possessed the almost supernatural ability to remain in near perfect tune, even after repeated aerial maneuvers and the associated hard landings. I had Lemmy sign it in gold paint marker in '85, but that had started to fade by the time it disappeared. It may or may not of had an "ULTRA 94" sticker between the pickups.

Unfortunately, it was "lost" in Minneapolis at 7th Street Entry in 1987. On tour with the Circle Jerks, the 59'er never made it back into the Necros van that night. Although the idea of this axe being haphazardly strummed by some 15-year old in a musty basement somewhere trying to play along with the Heartbreakers' L.A.M.F. LP is appealing, I'd rather have it back. In the slim chance this missive finds it's way to someone who knows of its whereabouts, do tell. The story alone will be worth the wait.

PS: They are called "lawsuit" models because Gibson sued-and won-to force Ibanez to quit using the "mustache" or "open book" headstock shape.
When lost, this Ibanez was in a generic case.
Circle Jerks, Necros, First Avenue, 7th Street Entry, Negative Approach, Punk, Touch and Go, Gibson, Fender, stolen guitar

Sunday, April 20, 2014

O Nacho Daddy, Nacho Daddy! Wherefore Art Thou Nacho Daddy?


Why must you tempt me with bushy brow and grotesque nose? It's been years since thou left, our summer now devoid of tamales prepared in the back of a questionably modified Recreational Vehicle. Damn thee lowly health department infidel who cannot see past your distended tongue, nose ring, and curiously tiny cowboy hat.To them, your outer beauty and likely toxic paint are but a curse, an impenetrable shield to ward off those unworthy of  the product of your loins.
Oh Nacho Daddy, know that the late-night nourishment demands of Northwest Ohio/Southeast Michigan may have not gone unfulfilled, but alas, its hearts have.

Monday, August 20, 2012

The Presidential Snacks: Barack Obama Hangs with my Mama

When Barry O and the gang decided to kick start their summer campaign here in mild-mannered Maumee, Ohio, who do you think think the first call went out to? That's right, 'ol toke! and the gang here at the PDGB World Headquarters and Maumee Minibike Hall of Fame. It's no secret that it takes an army of wise deckhands to keep a political juggernaut on course, and when it came time to align Team Obama with respected and influential Rust Belt bon vivants, the crew had but one choice: Pizza Don't Go Bad.

Just a few days before the new, new-dealers heartland swing was scheduled to commence, telephones rang, emails were sent, faxes were, uhh...faxed, and a detail of Secret Service agents swept the area. When the dust settled, the truth became clear: Team Obama was only using toke! to get close to his Mama.

Few people or organizations carry as much clout in the Maumee/Perrysburg region as PDGB, but if anyone is qualified to play host to and have a personal audience with our nations leader, it's toke!'s mom.

Plus we got these awesome official Presidential M&M and Whitman Sampler snack packs.