Vallejo Romping

The Romper Room gang was a double edged sword for Vallejo. On one end they made great music for the community to bob their head to but on the other they promoted a world of crime and choas. But now they've all been put in jail or are chilling in the thug mansion SO Matt Tuite and the local skateboarders of Vallejo decided to take it upon themselves to fill their gangster shoes.



 The previous installment...


 Oh yeah and I guess there was another version of the gang in 1966?

Sincerely,
Vallejo Skateboarding

Sincerely Considerate

Here at Sincerely Vallejo, we sincerely do take our audience into consideration. Even if the audience consists of two kids from Stonesthrow, Nebraska, we aim to keep them happy. That being said, we figure this still of Taylor boosting a biggie will help do so. Stay happy you two.

Sincerely,
Vallejo Skateboarding

Pain Frames Pt. 2 (Butterstress)

After rolling away from a perfect feeble pop out, Tewie decided to try and take one to the end. Seconds later, our buddy was out with a fractured tailbone.

You know its bad when the person politely asks you to stop filming. We shall continue shredding in his name.

Sincerely,
Vallejo Skateboarding

Healthy Hatred

I've comprised a list of things that, personally, make me all angry like.

1. That genre of music...
that is making skateboarders look like a group of H&M enthusiasts.  "It's the soundtrack to my life though." No, skateboarding is not nearly that emotional and does not sound like lonely vagina.

god i hate this.

2. Those pesky lil' posts about how you "got clips" today...
could you imagine if every skateboarder who "got clips" posted about how they "got clips"? You're certainly not the only one who skates and you're certainly not the only one who gets clips. If you're 30, have arthritis in every joint, and seen some shit than you have every right to boast about your success. But if you're somebody who goes on missions to pump out internet footy then shut up until the footage is out. Weirdos.

3. Camera wars...
these actually get pretty funny because they are all so stupid. Of course the guy who just spent 3 G's for his HD camera is going to disagree with your "VX's are better" remark. All cameras are awesome. Settled.

4. One trick edits...
If monkeys could post videos this is probably as far as they'd get. So why you act like monkey??? What a cool way to help me kill 20 seconds and not remember how.

5. Film Burns...
these things have been crazy stupid for a while now. You're not enhancing the style of your editing you're only blending it in even more with those half a billion crazy boring edits. Whoever first used it with digitally shot footage could possibly be a creative genius, but all the same that person should be strangled with a roll of film. That'll teach 'em.


That's it for now... maybe I'll feel hateful again later.

Sincerely,
Luis Arnold

Vallejo's Phelper

We've been pretty busy having fun everyday filming for Buttersketch 2.0 but all that aside, I thought it was about time to include some words on Randy Phelps and his skateshop.

Randy was the by far the sickest shop owner a kid from Vallejo could ask for. He treated everyone equally. It didn't matter if you were outfitted in the most expensive fashionable "cool guy exclusive" attire, you were treated just the same as the kid in the torn pants and outdated Globes. Yeah, those ones. And as if that wouldn't humble them out enough, Randy's contagiously genuine laugh would unbeard the most bearded unfriendly looking skateboarder... Yeah, those ones.

 What's even better,

Randy never tried to manipulate kids into buying his product. He would much sooner see what he could give to kids for cheap or free rather than hustling in their lunch money. And being as both shop locations were in not so decent areas of town, Randy dealt with an abundance of broke-ass, yes in fact dirty ghetto kids. But Randy didn't mind because he grew up as one himself. 

His childhood stories would make your favorite rapper "from the hood" cry next to mommy. From stabbings in self defense and on the spot lessons in fighting, down to an untimely violent death of his father. He's been there. Furthermore, he's been taking care of himself since he was sixteen. Literally, out of the house paying rent at sixteen.

 And even better...

While most shops build distantly dry teams, Randy got busy on creating a family. By Randy's standards being in the family meant being able to talk about your biggest fears and downfalls, while receiving the best advice a friendship could buy. Yes, we got free shit and lots of it, but that was way at the bottom of the perk list.

So when it came down to the shop closing,

as one could imagine, it came as a shinner. One that broke skin and bone. The shop wasn't bringing in the cheddar and Randy wanted to his raise his family as far away from the war zone. But as most people with terribly meaningless input would say, "Everything happens for a reason." They would then casually add, "Where ever he is he's probably happy now." But they'd actually be right... jerks.

Randy is happily off in Oregon with his "wild-child" son and beautiful wife. I personally have not seen or talked to him in almost two years. But I'm going to take a wild guess and say he hasn't really changed...

Randy you and your shop revitalized the skateboard culture in Vallejo.

Thanks for everything man!

Sincerely,

Vallejo Skateboarding