I’m only just becoming aware of John Green as a skate filmmaker. I learned it was his filming that debuted the new Brisbane based bearing company Commodore in their very hype inducing “Hype Squad” edit just last week. One part founder and operator of Parliament skateshop, an underground haven dug out of 303 Adelaide St in the heart of the CBD, John’s made another debut under the exclusive release of Slam Magazine in their shop’s first full-length video.
We had a Brisbane times article surface recently about the city’s late lack of interest in skateboarding under the quote “Brisbane ‘sucks’ if you’re a skateboarder in 2017”. I gassed briefly about this with John in-store and while the sentiment is mostly true, these locals in Paradise sure make an exception to that rule.
* 99 percent of videos feature the same type of deal: street montage with intermittent found-footage of a simpsons episode/skaters being skaters off the board, insert brand collaboration here.
The “weird” different stuff is often far and few between; Pontus fans find themselves starved for artistic takes on the skate video betwix lofty titles. Don’t get me wrong, there’s heaps of dope mags and collectives out there turning their gaze away from the (North) American extravaganza and devising new ways of doing, putting out really interesting stuff. Just never enough. Here I present my new and totally interesting idea, via 99 percent invisible, a neat podcast on architecture in all its meanings: a montage film of sessions at all these concrete arrows dotted across the US that used to mark a crow’s route for airmail pilots. Read/listen here.
Modern advancements in technology have ceded many of our wildest fantasies. These days, no longer wondering what it would be like to flip endlessly through outer space, be the Batman or just fuck everything, leaves us with very few desires of which to imagine, bored and procrastinating. Even the 800-ish annual pilgrimage mostly-up Everest that recreates the full body euphoria of becoming a human ice cube is beginning to thaw. There are fewer and fewer virtual realities left to inhabit bar one which seems to gain in intensity year by year, as if by some cruel hoax; the Brisbane skatepark stone-cooker experience.
Yes, you too can realise your weirdest dreams of transforming into a slow-roasting chicken leg as your body temperature rises to degrees where it cooks from the inside out.
Last Friday for example saw many partaking in such an experience in a relaxed, sweaty arvo at Fairfield. There was a fairly good turnout of skaters throwing in a pre-session before the new MAHFIA video premmy at Jay’s Small Room which not all who shredded attended. I rocked up about 45 minutes early to see Pontus Alv’s new video mammoth I like it here inside my mind. Don’t wake me this time on the blanket projector screen and would proceed to watch that film for 300th time since last year. Once our host, and friend of Malaise, Indigo arrived we threw on Quit your day job.
Immediately copping beers and some kind of cracker snack in the face, we went on to enjoy a really solid video, along with Norm’s added narration. As far as crowdfunded film budgets go, most seem to take a lot and do very little. With QYDJ, creators Monique O’Toole and Erik Sandoval made the best with what they had and it turned out amazing. Only criticism was the far too short but sweet Lacey Baker part. However, seeing the first full-length part from Vanessa Torres since This is My Element in 2007 made me wish I was awake enough to have backed their campaign for a DVD.
We applauded, we chilled, and then the call came from over the picket fence me and Liav were up against, standing on cinema-luxury milk crates, “Who wants to come skate Brain Drain?!” And so we did.
Which is where the story should’ve ended. It seems like my penance for a lack of skating in 2016, and riding the same deck for an entire year, was that I roll my ankle on the smallest of all bonelesses off one of the DIY boobs. Norm has footage you aren’t allowed to see.
This is gonna take me out of action for a while. 😦
To any soul-crushingly rare few who knew of Malaise in the past as a “SKATE/PUNK” fanzine which, tragically, self-immolated leaving a carcass shaped smear under a hastily written sign that read “TO BE CONTINUED” about who-cares shy of mid-2015, your prayers have been answered!
Risen once more from the ashes, reborn and eager tick off, with much procrastination, those items on your long list of disappointments is the new unimproved Malaise Fanzine!
And first on the list is a real band-aid.
Malaise the fanzine is no-more; long live Malaise Fanzine!
I’m paraphrasing the fact that, due to much deliberation, I’ve decided to make something of Malaise once again but dramatically revert on what it is and does. I always had fuck-off-high expectations for the zine that fell out of fruition for reasons outlined long ago.
But these expectations I was once throwing around, that never formed anything other than a page blurb on the old wordpress site, never left my brain. I’ve had the time to reflect and form these things into actual ideas, plot out where and what I can do to get them each rolling. I’m keen to tell you more later down the track.
So what’s new and different?
MF is no longer a print publication. There’s no use organising a newsletter-style skateboarding zine about your local scene when we have online groups for that who can report on these things much faster than the written-to-print turnaround, simply because its the actual people doing these things also doing the reporting. Social media: journalism’s double-edged sword. Then there are the general environmental concerns, like, “is this dumb zine going anywhere to justify the paper and ink that made it?” and “I could add another 40 pages of content to this issue but should I?”
In order to ~flourish~ as an idea, I thought malaise needed to move its shit 100% online, so here’s where it’s set up base camp
Also new is the whole direction of content. Malaise was originally this angst-ridden, uber-serious, fanzine that tried to capture a ridiculously niche subset of skaters and try to cover 30+ pages on just that every two months. It only survived two issues. And while there’s nothing wrong with celebrating your scene, however small, Malaise ended up having most of the celebrating by itself, in the corner of the diner with a balloon sticky taped to the table. It was dismal.
In the interest of remaining an amalgam of skateboarding and skateboarding stuff, but also trying not to be so serious, I tried to unpack the “fan” in fanzine. Once you self-criticise and knock down the tunnel you see yourself and other skaters through, it’s mind-blowing just how diverse, globally, we all are. We’re all different people with different shit going on outside of skating, yet this one thing can bring us together. You don’t need a blog to teach you that, just roll at a park for a few hours and meet the folks who stop by. Malaise shouldn’t have a “locals only, kooks fuck off” mentality getting in the way of that, or at least not in places that it isn’t useful.
For the mean time, as these new ideas start to take shape, this blog is mostly going to publish crap-posts from me under the moniker Booji Boi Skates. These are your op-eds, me talking about stuff I’ve encountered that centres around my experience skating. Updates every Monday.
Here, as I leave, take ‘PADDO’ by Mitch Owens with a side of Marina Julia comics to go.
Paddo is the beating heart of Brisbane skateboarding and Julia’s comics give me energy. Sneak in some of her (I’m fully assuming) Hardy Boys inspired ‘The House on The Cliff‘ on tapastic if you can too, I’m loving it so far.
Add a recent Aaron Brown throwaway edit for taste. This rules.