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INFORMATION RELEASE 005

Contact Person: Mike Vallely

Re: Street Plant Armory Support Program

Welcome Columbia, South Carolina’s Bluetile Skateshop to the Street Plant Armory Support Program.

3 Limited Edition – Signed and Numbered – Pink Street Plant Barnyard Reissue Boards, as well as some Street Plant T-shirts, are now in transit to Bluetile Skateboarding — The 3rd official outpost in the world to be issued Street Plant Skateboards.

More Armory announcements coming soon.
Stay tuned.

Bluetile

INFORMATION RELEASE 004

Contact Person: Mike Vallely

Re: Street Plant Armory Support Program

Welcome Japan’s own Slappy Blast Online Store to the Street Plant Armory Support Program.

Slappy Blast Logo

5 Limited Edition – Signed and Numbered – Blue Street Plant Barnyard Reissue Boards, as well as plenty of other Street Plant products have been transported to Slappy Blast in Tokyo, Japan — The 2nd official outpost in the world to be issued Street Plant Skateboards.

Slappy Blast is an online retail store in Japan that was awarded this early opportunity to stock our products. Moving forward, our boards will be distributed in Japan by BP Trading. All shops in Japan should inquire about future availability with BP Trading.

More Armory announcements coming soon.
Stay tuned.

Slappy Blast

INFORMATION RELEASE 003

Contact Person: Mike Vallely

Re: Street Plant Armory Support Program

Welcome Escapist Skateboarding to the Street Plant Armory Support Program.

5 Limited Edition – Signed and Numbered – Blue Street Plant Barnyard Reissue Boards, as well as plenty of Street Plant T-shirts and Socco x Barnyard Socks are in transit to Escapist Skateboarding in Kansas City, MO. Escapist is the very first official outpost in the country, actually in the world, to be issued Street Plant Skateboards.

More Armory announcements coming soon.
Stay tuned.

Escapist

02/12
Mark and Mike: 1988, Phoenix, AZ.

Mark and Mike: 1988, Phoenix, AZ.

The first time that I saw him
It was as if he had just materialized
An animation moving through the parking lot
Mythological, untouchable
His limbs like paintbrushes
His board a puppet on strings

He invited me to join him in a jam session
He carried me in his rhythm
I felt his radiation

The second time that I saw him
He carved a maze out of the concrete
And dared me to follow him
I took to the path earnestly
And where I lost the trail
He would reemerge and usher me onward

I felt privileged to dance behind him
To study his choreography
To linger in his shadow

The third time that I saw him
The weather had changed
New pedestals were being erected
He mocked the passing storm with indifference
In a sort of spontaneous performance art
He tuned way down, where no one could follow him

Where others became frustrated and confused
I paid close attention
I knew I was in the presence of a genius

The fourth time that I saw him
We became friends
He opened up his world to me
He let me hang out where no one else could belong
And he ran up a several hundred dollar phone bill on my dime
Then pissed himself laughing on my parents couch

He lived on the edge of insanity
Inspiring me daily
And writing the future with each breath

The fifth time that I saw him
We were both survivors of something
He was gracious to my wife and my daughter
But his eyes were still wild
And as we stood together in some new arena
I simply thanked him

I thanked him for what was
I thanked him for what is
I thanked him for what will be

He’s the poet that wrote our masterpiece

02/02
Up and Over, 1998. Photo: Reda.

Up and Over, 1998. Photo: Reda.

October, 1998
Reda and I headed into Manhattan
I wanted to see it

I had grown up there in a way…
At The Banks
Under the bridge
In a world of kids

In a city where every inch was
accounted for and policed
We found and claimed a space of our own

And in that space we challenged
and expressed ourselves uninhibited

Wood and urethane
Bricks and concrete

It’s in my DNA

Now it was becoming a parking lot
Another bust in a city of busts

Reda and I stood there looking at it

An iron fence had been constructed
along the top length of the wall
Where once we had freely flown over and out
into the street —
Where skateboarding had evolved and progressed
by true leaps and bounds
A right of passage for skateboarders had been closed off
An era had come to an end

I felt it deeper than others
I felt it for others
I thought it would always be there for me, for us
But it was going… It was gone.

I stood there with Reda
I had to see it for myself

And when I saw it
I knew I had to jump it
I just had to
If only one last time

In this place
A skateboarder had to have
the final word
It would only be right

Bernie and John's ramp 2

We heard about a ramp in the woods
By the Brunswick Square Mall

Under the guise of being normal teenagers
seeking social rituals at the mall —
Kevin’s mother dropped us off
She said she’d pick us up in a few hours

We were not seeking social rituals
We were seeking a ramp in the woods

We walked in one door of the mall and out another
Across the highway and into the woods

Through the bramble, where there was no path
We cut our way using our boards as machetes 

A hazy dusk descended upon us
Seeping down through the autumn trees

We were lost and about to give up
When we heard it…
Faint in the distance — Like a blade being sharpened on leather
The now unmistakable sound of urethane on plywood 

We started running in the direction of the sound
Into a clearing
And there it stood
Shining in the imminent darkness
The ramp in the woods

One lone skater stood on the small deck of the ramp
Bernie O’Dowd
He hadn’t been expecting us
But he was glad that we’d found him
Grateful that there were seekers

With reckless abandon
We took our first ever rides on a ramp
Beaming light and warmth
into the cool darkness surrounding us
We could see our breath
And steam rose off of us, through our sweatshirts
And it seemed right

The riddle of the ramp we had no ability to solve
We were just glad to be lost in the enjoyment of the question

Back through the black trees
Across the highway
To the false glow of the shopping mall
We returned
Initiated and forever changed
By what seemed like a dream

The ramp in the woods

INFORMATION RELEASE 002

Contact Person: Mike Vallely

Re: KRISTIAN SVITAK
Street Plant Battalion

Kristian Svitak is the newest member of the Street Plant Battalion Skateboard Team, although he is no stranger to the sport itself. His name continues to be passed around the skateboard grapevine as being one of the most dedicated skaters anywhere.

Mike Vallely, president of the Long Beach based Street Plant skateboard company says of the not-so-young skater, “Simply put, Kristian is one of the most passionate skaters around. He seems to have stayed true to his own personal style of skating and maintained his own personal approach. He is simply one of my all-time favorite skateboarders!”

Vallely recently returned from San Diego where he had dinner with Svitak and agreed to put him on the team. Emily Vallely, vice-president of Street Plant says, “Kristian is like my big brother. I remember touring through France and Switzerland with him in 2000 and us getting car sick together.”

The Street Plant skateboard company will be releasing a new signature model Svitak skateboard, resplendent with his busted-ass-grill staring into the future of skateboarding. With T-shirts and stickers and skateboards all helping to spread Svitak’s name through the land, it would seem that he is about to become a household word.

Svitak

Master Of Puppets

Master Of Puppets
Virginia Beach, 1986

I was wearing a Lance Mountain T-Shirt
Government Issue Army Pants
and Converse Chuck Taylor’s
I had my summer hair cut
but it was only late spring

I walked in the front door of the school
and out the back door
Over the fence
and down the street
Over to Chad’s house

We just sat there…
Drinking Dr Pepper
and eating Double Stuf Oreos
Hiding out from the cops
Reading Thrasher Magazine

When the school hallways emptied out
We emerged from the garage
Into the driveway with our skateboards
Mine a Vision Mark Gonzales

We set up the boombox
Inserted the soundtrack
And skated for our lives

Cars and people passed by
On there way to nowhere
But we were somewhere
Failing out of school
But succeeding at living
Doing street plants while
listening to Metallica’s
Master Of Puppets

March 20, 1989 Airplane en route to Sweden

I see the parrot girl all the time
She looks at me, I turn away, I am shy
No parrot girl could make me lose my mind though
Parrot girl puts on too much make-up
And in all the wrong places
One can tell a feathered wing did the work
Parrot girl says the same things over and over
Give me
Love me
Cater to my parrot needs

Parrot girl, she has a job
I’ve been to her place of work
She handed me a plate
Upon it was another feathered friend
Fried and dried
Eat and enjoy she said
Something is wrong with the parrot girl

Sweden

Fog rolling in
Hard to see,
Tonight

Some people get lost in it
and will never be seen again

Everyone feels alone,
Tonight

Up and down these streets

The fog is everywhere
Then suddenly

It’s gone

Redondo Beach