It’s a new Weak, and Mt. Snow managed to set up what appears to be a decent early-season setup for the Weakest skiers to shred. We want more Charlie Dayton, thought!
For the good edits category
Get ready to trip your face off with some soft focus, snowboarding, Quebexican Whalers fans, and Doritos. Jeremy Veilleux is apparently headed off to Bear for the season and did a final good-bye ski with Chompton, so with Kieran McSlay going to Pomona and shredding Bear on the reg as well, we can only hope that one of their friends owns a camera and we get a season’s worth of Bear footy out of those two shreds. Please?
Kluless Media, the folks that brought you the Dylan Manley hate fest video, also dropped “The short EC Mixtape of all of the skiers left on the EC.” Translation? “You’re an idiot for not leaving the East Coast.” Sounds like my inner dialogue circa 2010, 2012 and circa two months ago. But I can’t hate on the home turf. After all, Wyoming publishes no bulletin comparable to the catalogue of leftist rants known as The New Hampshire Gazette, which is questionably the oldest newspaper in America and home of all kinds of terrible Nixon trivia. At any rate:
We’ve taken our liberties putting gool ol’ (young) Goepper in his place. We’ve made fun of Red Bull for staging an edit highlighting Goepper’s downhome Indiana roots and willingness to jib the side of the family home despite his Golden Boy sponsor status making that kind of rediculous grassroots session totally unnecessary, and following an early Goepper edit from Mount Snow, Sam Turner put together a hilarious piece called “Goepper Campaign Advisors Introduce Humanization Initiative.” All in all, the upstart future Olympian has suffered the most volume of sarcastic drool on this site since Simon Dumont. Actually, in terms of single-post hate records, ginger hesher Dylan Manley set the record a week or two ago with 36 reader comments oozing with hateful internet bile.
At any rate, the whole point of this post was to see what would happen if I posted a Nick Goepper edit in earnest because he actually throws a few nice looking tricks. Will our server shut us down due to the quantity of slurs and demeaning commentary? Will keyboards break as irate hipsters punch the keys with their fists to express their anger? Will we get a Target ad buy? I can’t wait, and boy am I excited for the Dew Tour!
Maybe it’s a result of one too many months since those of us not fortunate enough to have intercontinental travel budgets have seen snow, or maybe it’s because we’re all a little wound up about what that evil scourge the Olympics are going to do to our sport. Whatever it is that’s causing the freeski community so much angst these days, the result is a whole lot of aggro shit-talking and two competing sides of the same coin. The divide between comp skiers and film skiers has seen some serious widening of late, with shots fired from those who believe in REAL SKIING ON REAL MOUNTAINS and those who believe in working out and Paul Mitchell. Logan Imlach chimed in, and Trennon Paynter came back with some not-so-bad parody of the calls for a return to the core of freeskiing, but no one was able to hit it so far out of the park as the TC crew was able to with the release of the latest episode last night.
Virtually everything about PVC Pipe Jocks subverts all the threads of discussion that have ravaged the pages of Newschoolers, TGR and other concerned ski-publications for the past weeks and months. The TC guys are here to set you strait: No matter how much you care about one side or the other of the freeski debate, you’re wrong. In fact, you’re the liar who said he knew who Ian Compton was. They’re gonna have fun, just like they do every year, because they’ve got it fucking dialed. They don’t need to come knocking on NS’s door looking for spare change just so they can go to Sochi to fulfill some subconscious need for affirmation. They’re gonna go shoot an episode whose opener is them taking wood from some recession-inducing housing project and Shane McFalls getting creative in the Wasatch. The entire episode is a lesson in how stupid fighting about skiing is, and how absurd “double cork twelve-sixty” sounds when taken out of context; it’s the smartest thing anyone’s said in a long time.
And that’s why you should watch it, nerd.
That moustache must be a center for fucking fusion power or something, ‘cuz Rob Heule is shredding in full flocka flame mode in this eight-minute edit. Just remember kids, you can’t smoke cigs at a ski resort! Plus Marlboros are only cool at street spots.
So Rob Dresser from Kluless Media sent me a message a did my best to ignore for as long as possible touting two full-length am movies – one West Coast, one East Coast – and both 25 minutes long. I can’t even imagine how many follow-cam laps that was. 600, 800, 8,000? At any rate, there’s a bunch of fresh new talent that will be thrown up on the BB board once these two are digested, starting at 4:00 in this movie with the super-ginger hipster known as Dylan Manley. He reminds me a little bit of your least favorite European shred, Daniel Hanka, so I can’t wait to see how much full you all have with this one. Fans of the Hood Crew will appreciate the relative production quality.
Yes, it’s a powder edit. But G-Funk Russell is in it, which means it’s 100% BB-approved. Will Wesson went down to meet up with Garrett and my former stomping grounds/employer, SGT Argentina in Bariloche. The Argentine resort of Cerro Catedral is both the most disorganized resort you will ever have skied (three lifts go side-by-side to nowhere, most of the mountain caters to pedestrians or sledders from Buenos Aires seeing snow for the first time in their lives, almost none of the chairs go to the top of the terrain you’d actually want to ski) and home to some of the most fun skiing you will ever do. Especially the trees. Those damn trees! They’re stupid fun, perfectly pitched, and the wet snow just piles up the back of them, letting you actually ride up trees and jump off like some crazy Marioland ski game. It’s really flippin’ fun, and Will Squared makes it look just so.
…brings me back to good memories of having a sweet mostache and skiing pow in the summer.