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Why a story about myself? Why not? I've had
some highs and I've had some lows. I've experienced a lot of
things. Through skateboarding I have found self worth, freedom,
friends, travel, adventure, and a dream career. Living life we
all have a story to tell. This one is mine.
I was born on July 10th at Mount Carmel Medical Center at 2:14 pm
in Columbus, Ohio. Growing up in the early seventies, I had
plenty of sunny days as an all American little boy focusing on
Star Wars and riding bikes. My family ventured to Nebraska for
some time, then moved back to Wooster, Ohio. Going through grade
school my brother and I spent our days fighting, playing
football, shooting fireworks, playing baseball and my all time
favorite, break-dancing. To this day, I maintain that my days of
doing shoulder spins and the robot greatly benefited
my skateboarding, because the body movement and creativity
requirements are very similar. In the early eighties I was
breakin at county fairs, talent shows and the Layton elementary
playground
even then I can see I never ran from the
spotlight.
In the summer of 1983 I was obsessed with Michael Jackson and the
TV show Fame. My supportive mother encouraged me to
go to an audition for the Akron Children's Theater's production
of "Tom Sawyer." I was cast as Tom immediately after
auditioning. All of a sudden, I had this large script in my hands
and was terrified of the responsibility of carrying the show.
Thank God I stuck it out, because that experience taught me
volumes about the stage, performance, and professionalism, all at
the tender age of nine. I spent the rest of my grade school years
going head first into theater. I participated in countless
productions and trained in both dramatic arts and dance. I had
found something I could call my own, and I was doing something
different than all my classmates. Looking back, those formative
years made me who I am today.
I spent my summers with my grandparents in Mt. Gilead, Ohio.
Hidden in their old damp basement was a rusted antique scooter,
just waiting for me. It was the mid eighties and I was sporting
Jams shorts and Hawaiian button ups. I loved the sensation of
flying down the biggest hill I could find. Skateboarding hadn't
reached Ohio and at the time I felt I was doing something
radical. What I couldnt have known then was that I was just
a nerdy ten year old making something out of nothing. From
break-dancing to theater to antique scooters, I now understand
how these were the precursor to my fascination with
skateboarding.
Fast forward to 1985. "Back to the Future" looked like
a hot must see movie. Three minutes into the
production Michael J. Fox kicks the tail up of a Valtera and
zooms down Doc's driveway. From that moment on my life would
never be the same. It was like love at first sight and I knew
someday I would have a skateboard. In the summer of 1986 I was
still stoked on "Return of the Jedi",
"Thriller" was blasting on my record player and
break-dancing was on its way out. I needed a new hobby. One day I
walked over to my friend Brian Menus house to hang for
awhile and I saw his older brother trying to maneuver this
monster board on the driveway. He had a real skateboard like the
one in "Back to the Future" -- not a dorky yellow
banana but a super fly Nash board with black and green wheels.
Outwardly, I was calm, but inside, every fiber of my being was
screaming to get my feet on this board. Later I offered him sixty
dollars for the complete, and I was finally at home with my new
friend, the Nash Night Stalker skateboard. Of course years later,
I found out he completely ripped me off and charged me double.
However, it was a small price to pay for that freedom and fun I
had been craving.
The first thing I did was learn the basics. Now, today a kid
picks up a board and spends thirteen hours in his driveway trying
the latest triple heel flip right away, but back then it was just
about maneuvering the board left and right. The goal was to get
around without pushing, tick tacking. I had learned a 360
rotation and I felt I was on to something. When my friends and I
ollied a brick we thought we were hot stuff, until the Bones
Brigade reached the east coast. Thrasher Magazine and the video
"Future Primitive" changed everything for us, and these
resources were our bread and butter for skateboard education.
My skate buds were my neighbors Casey, Mark, Mike and Buddy . We
were all classmates and a tribe of die hard skaters. We skated
every single day; rain, snow or shine, we were on our boards.
Since we lived near a college campus, it was our home for skate
spots. Our dealer was the store California Cheap Skates, and
skateboarding was our drug. We had graduated from our Nash and
Valtera decks, it was time for the real deal. My first pro deck
was a Kevin Staab. The pirate graphic spoke to me and grabbed my
attention. It was punk rock and fit me perfectly.
I've been called a prep skater in my day. I always look back to
Edgewood Middle School 1987. I was your typical pissed off
at the world for no reason seventh grader, but I had a
skateboard, so watch out everyone. One day sticks out in my mind;
it was last period of Ms. Hanna's English class. With a good
thirty minutes left in the day, she started yelling at me as
usual. However, this day was different since I had my board which
just happened to be outlawed at school. She was yelling and I
snapped. I hopped up on my desk, leaped off, landed on my board
and did a fast lap around the room. My internal voice told me I
was insane, and the other students were in sheer shock that I had
the balls to do this. After my lap I rolled through the door and
flicked off the lights on my way out. I just kept going out to
the street and gave myself an early release. Looking back I can
see I was learning to communicate with my skating. Yes, it was
wrong, but it was also gutsy. Since then I've learned to keep the
tricks on the street and ramp and out of the classroom. This
stunt scored me a two day out of school suspension. I filled the
days building the ultimate ghetto launch ramp; real punishment, I
know. However, I vividly remember questioning what I was going to
do for a living in the future. Being a pro skater didn't seem
like an option being on the east coast, but the idea of being
self employed was extremely attractive. I decided to start my own
skateshop in my basement.
The Skate Shack: I turned our basement storage room into a used
skateshop. Considering I was only in Jr. High school, this was a
serious operation . I loaded up on hundreds of stickers, as they
were a full profit item. I mailed cash to skate shops in
California and a week later would double the sale. I even bought
knee pads wholesale through a distributor. I learned the
importance of self confidence and salesmanship, and this began to
feel like something I could continue after high school. I
fantasized about being this surfer/skater guy who would skate to
work. That summer I learned how to advertise and promote. Since
my mom was a realtor and had a phat copy machine, I snagged paper
from her and made flyers to post and send out. I also bought
large neon name tags and fed them through the copier to make
stickers. Now, today its a mouse click away , but back then
it had to be done from scratch. I even played UPS man and
personally delivered orders on my bike. My parents became more
and more nervous with each box from California being dropped off
on the porch, but I was making profit and wasn't even out of
eighth grade.
Summer drew to a close and I was having a blast, right up until
my dad knocked on my bedroom door. I do have to explain something
about my parents. They loved me very much, I dont doubt
that. They were, however, people who were more comfortable paying
someone to fix something than to handle it themselves, whether it
be a leaky faucet or an unruly kid, and I, the rebel,
fit in that category. My dad calmly told me a police officer was
there to escort me to a boot camp in Montana. Fortunately the guy
was cool, so it eased a great deal of my tension. Billings,
Montana was my home for the next three weeks the period of my
life I refer to as the Vietnam days. I have countless
stories of pain and struggle while on this adventure, as this was
no picnic or summer camp. This was three weeks of nuts and
granola, with the only variety being the three day solo trek
where I had to fend for myself to eat. I was faced with fifty
pound backpacks, no civilization, no skating and miles upon miles
of mountain hiking. I lost nearly fifteen pounds from my already
bony frame, which I made up for with my first meal at home; a
large Dominoes pizza with a two liter of Pepsi all by myself. Of
course, out of the ten kids in my group I was labeled the skater
dude. They wore their L.L.Bean clothes and I was macked out in
Vision Gator shorts and a pink Vision Psycho Stick shirt. Being a
skater became even more part of my identity and my true self.
I survived the summer and geared up for my freshman year, but had
zero desire to jump into Wooster High School. Music, girls, and
skateboarding were the only things that got my attention. I used
the sounds of Guns N' Roses, Def Leppard and AC/DC to soothe my
nerves. This was a troubled year with bad grades and a
questionable future. In my blood I felt I was going to do
something special and different, but I also knew achieving this
goal would be a struggle. Being the black sheep of my family
forced me to embrace being different and also to learn to believe
in myself. As a young teen, I was pissed off at the world and
didn't know why; it wasnt until years later that I could
see the bigger picture. In the fall of 1988 my parents gave me a
day off of school to go check out a private school. Turned out it
was a private school for troubled teens, and I was
there to stay. I was in total lock down six days a week, with the
only break being Sundays when we got to go on a supervised field
trip to the roller rink. It was total hell. I lost all my trust
in my parents and felt I didn't need anyone to get things done. I
now appreciate the deep inner strength I gained during this time,
and that experience had a profound effect I still feel to this
day. Believe me, my parents loved me and I loved them, but the
way I saw it, they were busy professional people who didn't want
to deal with their unruly son, so they made it someone else's
job. For several months the only outlets I had to fill my desire
to skate were Thrasher Magazines and fingerboards. Finally, in
early December I was home sweet home, only to find
out my parents had another school to send me to, a prep school in
New York. I had one goal that semester, to improve my grades and
show my parents I had direction and didn't need private school.
Somehow within weeks I was getting As and Bs and my busy parents
finally relaxed and let me come home for good.
Once I was back home, my friends and I didnt let the cold
weather prevent us from skating, we just incorporated into the
drills. We skated to see who could ollie the highest ice block .
My bros and I spent those snowy days at a spot we called
the shelter. It was on a college campus and had an
open area with a roof to give us some clear space, and housed
three benches and a wedge. This is where I learned to grind and
slide, and it was also where we started to ollie our boards with
height and control. We began to surprise ourselves and each other
with our improvements. The camaraderie and encouragement was
healthy. Today I see way to much competition and negativity with
new skaters. We were improving and it was becoming more fun and
rewarding.
By this point, we had had our fill of the streets of Wooster, but
we had never skated a real skatepark. We heard of this indoor
park called Berea Roll'n'Bowl that was about an hour away by
Cleveland. I was absolutely ready to leap out and skate a real
half pipe, so we begged Mark's parents to take us up one snowy
Sunday. For us, this was the Disneyland of skateboarding. I was
super stoked but also very nervous because the word was this
place had huge stuff. We shot out of the car, got memberships and
rushed out onto the wooden floor. This place indeed was huge and
housed a vert ramp, six foot pipe, loads of wedges and quarter
pipes. This became my new home and training ground. Eventually,
Mark got his license and we went religiously every Sunday till
summer. It was street during the week and vert on the weekends.
This was the park I learned to ride halfpipe at. The street
finger flips and varials I could now perform on the pipe. One
memorable session I also learned the importance of duct tape. I
was bailing out of an air and ripped my pink skate shorts. With
the middle exposed, I flew to the restroom, silvered myself up
with tape and was ready to ride again. We never missed a weekend
for anything, for instance, once I had strep throat and could
barely stand but it didn't matter, I was riding.
The snow of 1989 melted away and we were back on the streets that
summer. We found some new outdoor parks like Northlake and Clay's
Park, which were both only 45 minutes away. My friend Casey and I
caught wind of a pro demo in Youngstown on my birthday, so my
grandparents drove us the two hours to the event. It was team
Jobless which had some Alva guys and my favorite Fred Smith. Kids
were sessioning the parking lots and the team had a big vert ramp
that was only eight feet wide. I had never seen pros skate live
in my life. It was unbelievable and such an eye opener, because
it really woke me up to the potential skateboarding had. At the
time we thought we were hot stuff in our little town, but we were
little ants compared to these radical guys. I was front row
center in the middle of the action when Fred Smith's board flew
off the ramp and nailed me in the shin. Holy cow, it felt like a
baseball bat hitting a ball, and hurt so bad, but I didn't dare
let it show. I handed him his board in awe
I just had a
transaction with a real pro skater. I look back to that moment
when kids ask me for my autograph these days. Had Fred brushed me
off I would've been hurt and let down, but he reached out to me.
Going back to our small town after that day, we had a renewed
stokeness and purpose. I needed to build my own ramp.
I skated a mini ramp in a friends garage in Lodi, Ohio.
Joel was a sick skater who also could build a ramp, so I called
him up and we orchestrated a ten man team with plans to build a
ramp in one day. We started at 9 am and finished at 3 am. I'll
never forget seeing the moonlight on the fresh masonite. This
ramp was only four feet high by eight feet wide with a two foot
extension on one side, but it was a beauty and seemed too good to
be true. I learned hundreds of lip tricks. We sessioned that baby
at night with strobe lights. I have to say, the mannequin heads
on the light posts were also a nice touch. I had a sweet view of
the ramp from my bedroom. Every morning six to ten kids from all
around would knock on my window and we would session all day. I
ate cereal on the deck and warmed up barefoot with the Beach Boys
playing. I lived the beach bum summer; meeting loads of skaters,
eating microwave pizzas, bleaching my hair and skating
twenty-four/seven.
Move ahead to winter of my sophomore year. My Harley leather
jacket and killer mullet weren't keeping me warm, but I knew my
band mate Jeff's basement would, so I joined his band called
Valkava. We were a three piece metal band that did original songs
and metal versions of Prince and Beatles songs. I was the
youngest while Jeff and Mike were seniors. We played everywhere
from roller rinks to Christmas parties at the Ponderosa. We made
an original tape and sold it around at the surrounding schools
and always signed autographs at our gigs . This time in my life
gave me a small taste of what was to come later in my life. At
the time, I welcomed the attention and learned a great deal about
performing in front of a crowd. I started to seriously consider a
future in music. I was a huge fan of the Beatles and studied
their career. The idea that one could make a living from
something fun was very appealing, but the real world was knocking
and my parents were telling me to get a job or else. Wendy's and
Arby's were only in my mind for a split second, because I knew I
was clever and could come up with something better.
Going back to my entrepreneurial roots, I opened the Skate Shack
again, this time in a legit building. The store was connected to
a medical supply shop but it was just the right size with the
right look and feel. I got some showcases and put some two by
fours and banners on the wall. I met with the community chamber
of commerce and got a vendors license. At only sixteen I
became an entrepreneur overnight. I placed my first order of nine
hundred dollars with a Chicago wholesale company. My once
basement garage sale store was becoming a reality. I couldn't
believe it. I had become that surfer skate shop guy I envisioned
myself as years before. Things seemed to be at an all time high.
My grades were great and I had the coolest job a high school kid
could have. Everything was smooth sailing for me.
I was pretty excited that cold April afternoon that was the grand
opening of my shop. My family couldnt make it, because at
that point my mom had been battling cancer and the family was
with her that day. I just biked to the shop, had a very
profitable opening day, and then went home, high on my success.
Those highs were quickly dashed once I pulled into the driveway
and saw my brother shooting hoops. He didnt have to say
anything, as the look in his eyes said it all. That was the day
my mother passed away. The realization of that fact left me with
an indescribable sinking feeling. I was in total shock and my
tears were frozen back, but they would flow freely in the years
to come, usually at the most unexpected of times.
Months passed and I really threw myself into my skateshop. It was
amazing, because I had created a place that was completely
submerged in skateboarding. I always had videos playing. It
became a club house for skateboarders, with videos playing all
the time and people coming from miles around to check my little
skaters heaven out. A nice bonus was that I made great
money and saw a definite future for myself with the skateshop. On
a typical day, I would session my ramp till noon, work the Skate
Shack till four, and then come home to kids waiting to skate, and
then skated away the rest of the day on into the night. This was
a great routine, and I never wanted to see it end.
I started my junior year of high school with an image that was a
mix of all the influences Id had over the last few years,
but mainly I was half punk/ half prep. The shop was doing well
and I joined up with the local roller rink to have Monday night
skateboarding. Mark, Casey and I were given a chunk of change to
build
moveable ramps, with Mark as the brains of the operation and
Casey and I as the muscle when necessary. We had some of the most
talented skaters and had some hot sessions there. Then, as spring
led into summer, business slowed at the rink and the doors
closed. My band mates Jeff and Mike graduated high school, so our
group disbanded. This became very introspective time for me and I
began to consider my future.
By my senior year, skateboarding had gone out overnight and parks
and shops were closing left and right. I continued to ride while
everyone else put their boards in garage sales or trash cans.
Instead of losing money, I eased into closing the Skate Shack and
focused my energy and time into my music. With a multi track
recorder I became a one man band, and performed the drums,
keyboards, vocals, and guitar all on my own. My reputation at
school morphed from the skater guy to the music guy. It seemed
clear that a job in skateboarding wasn't a good option, where
being a singer songwriter had real potential.
In 1992 high school graduation was right in front of me, thank
God! I held up academically but hated school. I wanted to finally
taste some freedom. Honestly, I was also terrified, because my
game plan was thin and I didn't know how I would make a living.
It became clear that I needed a quick solution when my father had
all my belongings thrown in the rainy grass in the backyard at
the start of summer. Gotta say, I had hoped for a smoother exit.
Now, I had been giving drum lessons for ten bucks an hour in the
basement, so the thought of teaching guitar and music crossed my
brain. I headed out to Larry's Music Center, which was a place I
spent a lot of time and money at growing up. I met with Larry and
discussed the possibility of me teaching there. Much to my
surprise he said yes and just like that, I had a full time job
Monday through Friday at sixteen bucks an hour. It was a huge
break and it would carry me through the next ten years.
With guitar money and the remaining Skate Shack money, I set out
to find a home, something I discovered not to be a fun task at
all. Some of the places I saw were complete dumps. My then
girlfriend searched the newspaper classifieds and found something
comfy in the country for me to check out. I met with the realtor
and toured the home, and as I drove away I started to panic at
the thought of someone else buying it. It was then that I knew I
really wanted this house and I had found home. Once it was all
said and done, I had a house with a great lawn, a sweet job and
knew it was time to save money and build a future.
The first few years out of high school I spent a lot of time
skating with my friend Casey. He and I were the only guys from
our skate clan that didn't go to college. Casey and I were very
similar and had a lot in common. He lost his father at a young
age and I had lost my mother. Both his mother and my father were
white collar and we were going to make sure we weren't. In the
morning I would fly over and wake him up. He still lived at home
so our killer launch ramp was intact. We talked about girls and
skated for hours. At four o'clock I slipped into the sport coat,
grabbed my guitar and briefcase and walked into the studio. When
I first started, teaching was a blast and I was fresh to teach
the instrument. When eight o'clock rolled back around, I was back
on the board and we sessioned until three in the morning some
nights. We had some crazy times that were out of control. It was
a second childhood for us, only this time we had cars.
Rollerblading had gained popularity at this point, and more and
more skateparks cropped up in 1993-94. As far as skateboarding
was concerned, the size of the boards had shrunk and the wheels
were smaller and smaller, but we weren't hip to that movement at
all. Both Casey and I faithfully held on to our babies, me with
my Tony Hawk Claw and him with his Jason Jesse. About 30 minutes
away in the town of Mansfield there was an outdoor park at the
ski resort Snow Trails. I drove there every day in my little
Pontiac Sunbird. In the summers of 1993 and 1994 this was my new
home. Some of the sessions were so lame, though, just me and two
little rollerbladers all day, but I loved skating ramps so it was
well worth it. Some days I would want to ride so bad I even
cancelled my students. Later we heard about an old skate park,
Northlake, that reopened five minutes from Snow Trails, so we
hopped from spot to spot. Better yet, we met a kid that had a
half pipe in a barn in Ashland near Mansfield, so we could hit
three spots in one day. I remember sessions that began at 10 am
and lasted till 4 pm. On days like that, we grabbed dinner and
then sessioned Northlake till 7pm or so. From there we would
drive to Ashland for a night of skating pipe in the barn and when
we were done there, we went home and skated the streets of
Wooster till late at night. Now that's what I call sessioning.
Those days were all about the love and hunger for the sport, and
those were the good ole days.
In the winter of 1994 I heard about an indoor skate park, Roller
World, opening in Parma. By this point, Casey was in a serious
relationship and had a baby, so skating wasn't part of his daily
routine anymore. I was flying solo and drove an hour to Cleveland
twice a week to skate Roller World. This park was actually a
roller hockey rink that brought out ramps on the floor during the
weekend. On the right side of the building was a sweet half pipe
and I spent all my time jamming there. I was known as the old
school guy. Street skating was coming up so no one else touched
the ramp. Once in awhile I would see some old school cats who
shredded with me. I owe this ramp a lot for my skate career
because it was where I really learned some important tricks and a
handful of what became my signature moves. Thankfully, there
wasnt any such thing as an off season, since this place was
open all year round. Later other indoor parks like Chenga and
Smith Grinds were additional playgrounds for me.
By this time, the X Games had an audience and skateboarding was
popular once again. I skated two to three times a week at
different parks with lots of new skaters and saw a whole new
generation of kids entering the sport. People were always taken
aback by my old school Tony board, which I had plenty of thanks
to the leftovers from my shop. I worked Monday and Tuesday, took
Wednesday off to skate a park, worked Thursday and Friday, skated
Roller World on Friday night, and then worked Saturday morning
followed by a Saturday night of skating, and Sunday was reserved
to hit Smith Grinds or Chenga. This was the routine I followed
for many years.
In the summer of 1995 I drove past a kid shredding at the high
school. I pulled over and talked with him about skating back in
the day. His name was Nate Varns, and he became my new Casey. His
friend Jeremy also skated, so I finally had a new clan to skate
the summer away with. We went on crazy skate trips from street to
parks. Nate lived with his older brother and mom, and they took
me in as if I was one of the family. I was game for the free food
and the entertainment they offered, to say the least. Since Nate
and his brother were a few years younger than me, I saw first
hand how kids had changed from when I was in school. Through
networking we found Seth and Joel, who knew of another barn ramp
in a neighboring town. We jammed there all night long. I began to
run into a lot of guys that had quit skating and then started
back up. This was a becoming a common pattern, since skating was
on the rise again. I really felt I had an advantage since I had
never stopped. When we had all said years before that we would
never quit I was the one who actually didn't. Every now and again
I could talk Casey into coming out for a few sessions, but it was
bittersweet. Once at Roller World he noticed the vibe of new
skaters was completely different from when we were younger, and
it made him upset. As he was leaving, I realized that I had seen
the change happen gradually, so it was easier for me. One
highlight of that summer was that I met someone I ended up
spending several years of my life with. She was unbelievably
supportive of me and my career.
The summer passed quickly. I kept my skating routine going for
months on end. By 1996 and 1997 I was entering several amateur
skate competitions, winning many of them, much to my surprise. I
skated against guys who were really good, but slammed when they
went too big. I stayed with what I knew and gained points for
consistency and creativity. I learned volumes about competing
those years, and began to travel further and further to compete.
I loved the crowd more than the competition and began to feel
like a performer again. Instead of singing and dancing on a
stage, I was entertaining on a half pipe. Even so, skating pro
never even crossed my mind at all during this time. I was still
teaching music and felt I might do that the rest of my life.
It wasn't till February 1998 that I had an awakening of my
musical side, and decided to pursue a professional music career.
I produced my own albums for years and decided to make a
compilation of songs to release to the world. I craved this for
years but never felt like the timing was right. I sunk every
penny I had into making my album titled Emblem. Having covers
made and shrink wrapping were just the beginning of the expenses.
I needed to distribute the cd to retail stores. The Musicland
corporation answered my prayers and I started selling on
consignment with the chain On Cue. I really put myself out there
for people to see. I met with an agent named Franki Young who was
busy with an established country act, but took me on anyway. I
came to understand later that she was less than honest at times,
if you look up white lie in the dictionary
youll find her picture. However, she did teach me the
importance of photos and image. While I was making money through
cd sales, it never came close to making up what I put up to start
the project. Despite the financial obstacles, I knew Id
found my new calling. I got air play in dance clubs and my cd was
getting reviewed in lots of publications, the most notable being
Scene Magazine. The jerk, I mean critic, went on how talented I
was but slammed me for this and that. Actually, this was good
practice for what was waiting for me in the future. Rejection is
an everyday occurrence in life, not to mention in the skate and
music industries . Companies always wanted to change one thing or
another, and I could never please everyone. One day a record
label told me my voice was too loud, then the next day another
would tell me my voice was too quiet. Through it all, this
criticism made my skin very thick. Many people would've cracked
going through what I went through, but all this only made me
stronger and more secure in myself. I signed cds locally here and
there and had a small following, and music was a positive outlet
for me to perform.
Over the next few years I released more cds and enjoyed
increasing album sales but I still continued to drain my bank
account to finance each following cd. So many times I came close
to my big break. Record labels, talent agents, and my manager all
promised big things but even then I knew only I could bring on
real success. By 2000 I had a large online audience established
and used my website as the communication hub with my fans and as
a way to make my latest work available. This is when I learned
the potential the internet holds for promoting yourself, which
greatly benefited me later in my skate career. In 2001, I made my
first legit music video, a large production with several sets and
a full crew filmed over two days and five different locations.
For the first time, I was treated like a star during the video. I
was catered to and even granted interviews between filming. This
video attracted a larger audience and opened doors for me to the
music industry. I accomplished a great deal the following year. I
needed someone to contact the press and make bookings so I hired
an agent. After turning pro years later she represented me full
time as a professional athlete. I was performing everywhere and
doing radio interviews. My song Love Love was getting
some attention overseas and was the second most downloaded
independent song on Lycos Music. By all means, I pictured myself
on MTV within a couple years.
Through all this I always continued skateboarding. I had my bag
of tricks and rode mainly to stay in shape. All my creative
juices were thrown into my music career and skating took a back
seat. In the summer of 2002 the Gravity Games were coming to
Cleveland for the first time. Since it had been years since I'd
seen real skating, I checked it out and even brought my gear just
in case there was somewhere to ride. Once I saw that ramp I was
overcome with the craving to just bust out. I ran back to my van
and put on everything I had, every pad you could think of. I
walked up to the security guard by the ramp and asked her if I
could skate. She said it was for invite only, to which I boldly
replied that I was Doug Brown and just wanted to ride for a bit.
She said she knew who I was but she couldnt have; I think I
just got lucky that the confidence card I played worked. I
nervously walked across the deck and dropped in. I have to say, I
caused an instant reaction and within seconds camera guys started
taking shots of me. Even the pros seemed to be thinking,
Who the hell is this guy? My style and selection of
tricks grabbed the audience but it never occurred to me that they
would stand out. After the session closed a few kids asked for my
autograph, so I played it cool and signed their ball caps. That
day I was approached by the company that made the ramps for the
Gravity Games and Slim Jim for sponsorship. My life was changing
right in front of my eyes and as I drove home that night I had no
idea what had just happened. In the plant that is my skating
career, the seed was planted that day in 2002.
By the end of the year, I had a couple paying sponsors and
flirted with the idea of skating for a living. I began to take my
skating much more seriously, and worked less to allow more time
to skate. Slowly I saw my priorities change. I thought about
opening another skateshop but already had a steady job. I had
just finished a live cd and needed a break from the music
industry. Shortly thereafter I began riding professionally for
Yocaher Skateboards out of Los Angeles. With so many parks
popping up there were enough parks to keep me busy all week and I
was able to work on my moves daily. Nearby cities like Akron and
Cleveland opened parks, even my hometown had a skatepark. I
started to get some recognition at all these parks and my
identity became that of a full blown skateboarder. All of a
sudden shops and parks wanted to sponsor me on the spot. I began
to travel extensively and participate in big competitions. I lost
plenty but the few that I won got me recognized in the industry.
In 2003 I was invited back to the Gravity Games to be the demo
skater for the company that built the ramps for the events. This
week was pure heaven. I skated from 10 am till 8 pm for five days
non-stop. I never in my life signed so many autographs and met so
many pros. For the first time I saw the real potential in skating
as a full on career. I met some very influential people like Mike
Vallely and Andy Macdonald. That week I also filmed with Much
Music and even got some new sponsors. All this happened without
me sending out even one video; my breaks all came because of
people watching me skate. I tell kids everywhere that they have
to do competitions and attend events to get noticed. Imitating
what you see in videos and magazines won't get you anywhere, and
worse than that, it's unhealthy for both the sport and yourself.
Be original and creative. I never saw myself as a great skater,
but I did embrace my originality and my own style
In the months after the 2003 Gravity Games I started touring
skateparks across the states. I won the Vans Summer Invasion
series, which opened the gates for more sponsors. The down side
of the competition is that I split my chin wide open when I fell
12 feet onto the cement from the top of a quarter pipe. I had to
drive an hour and twenty minutes to the emergency room. I easily
could have broken my neck or bashed my teeth in. This was a big
wake up call about the possibility of myself really getting hurt.
The next day and thirteen stitches later I was back on my board.
The tour dates continued to mount up and I participated in demos
with pros like Quim Cardona and Andy Macdonald. My sponsors sent
me out to grand openings of parks everywhere. The requests for
autographs continued with increasing regularity starting in the
early part of 2003, which was a strange concept for me. I never
called myself a pro and was surprised that kids had this much
interest in my skating. All the same, I was flattered and it did
push me to continue to strive to be a better skater. The perks
kept coming as the Applebees in my hometown gave me a tribute
wall with photos and my deck to display and I got a sweet tour
van filled with boards and disco lights. This was all great, but
I knew there were still more opportunities available. I wanted a
board sponsor and heard back from Yocaher Skateboards out of Los
Angeles, California. I knew they had a good rep in the industry
and global distribution. After a month or so of negotiations, I
signed with them and finally had a pro signature deck. It all
seemed way too good to be true. When they sent me my first
package and it was a box the size of a refrigerator I couldn't
believe it. I went out and celebrated my newest big sponsor. I
had so many demos planned. I was preaching to the kids and shop
owners my deck would be out soon. It was a long wait and I think
many of them doubted me. In the meantime I filmed spots with
54321 and Out & About Sports channel.
As 2004 continued, my life was demo after demo after demo as I
lived life on the road. In addition to Yocaher Skateboards, I
signed with Negative One Griptape and they all kept me busy. In
April 2004 I was invited to the Eastern Supply Warehouse open
house in North Carolina. This weekend ingreatly impacted my
future as it was the first time I was recognized as a
professional skater. While at this industry only party, I skated,
signed my posters and entertained offers from shop owners and
skatepark owners who wanted to pay me big money to fly out and
perform at their venues. I was eager and jumped at the chance to
fly from one state to the next to skate and get paid for it. No
complaints here.
Spring arrived and with it came a couple gifts: First, I was
sponsored by SoBe, then my pro deck was finished and cropped up
in skateshops across the world. Not only was this like having an
album placed in every Wal Mart and Best Buy for me, but also (and
even better yet) the public really liked the board. The company
told me that out of every ten decks sold, six were mine. I hit
the road for months on end to promote the board, and while doing
so, I really saw the world. I skated parks from Mexico to Georgia
and crossed the states back and forth with my skateboard.
My most memorable demo that year was the Cardington Skatepark
grand opening, July 30th, 2004. This was one of the only free
demos I performed all summer, and it was just ten miles from my
parents hometown of Mt. Gilead. That day both sets of
grandparents, my aunt, nephew and most importantly, my father all
came. For the first time ever, my dad got to see me skate, and he
really saw me in my element and all my glory when there was a
line a mile long for autographs. I know my father has had to
wonder what exactly I've been doing with my life these past
couple years and this was my chance to finally show him. We all
secretly long for the moment where our parents say they are proud
of us, and I had that moment that day. It goes without saying
that my mother was there in spirit, also.
That summer I participated in a lot of demos at Vans skate parks,
which is where I first met pro skater Caine Gayle. The Fuel
Channel was filming, and I even got some footage which later led
to me joining them in the Get Hookt Up Tour with commentaries and
actual skating. This exposure put me into people's homes and I
started getting recognized as the Fuel guy. While my
touring schedule heated up, my agent was on the phone daily with
all kinds of companies. One of the most rewarding opportunities I
had was getting sponsored by D.A.R.E. America, who sends me to
talk to kids at schools and libraries about my travels and
experiences and how keeping clean helped me get where I am today.
Im glad to connect with the kids through skateboarding and
then share that message with them. Being a part of both D.A.R.E.
and Make a Wish Foundation has been extremely rewarding.
Gravity Games 2004 came around and it was an amazing time to
reflect. Just two years before I had bravely joined a session of
pros. Now I ate in the VIP tent and hung with all my heroes and
knew I had come a long way both as a person and as an athlete
since then. In my music phase, I was accustomed to signing a cd
every now and then, but now the demand for autographs was
constant. Saturday of the games I signed well over 2000 posters
at the SoBe booth from open to close. I was also much more sure
of myself and had a new confidence. My friends and family saw the
good I accomplished and that my skateboard was no longer just a
wooden toy but more a microphone to reach people, kids
especially. With my whole family in the medical field, it was
fitting that I was worked with D.A.R.E. and Make a Wish. This was
the first time I felt my father was proud of my accomplishments.
My life filled up with month after month of touring. I was on
plane after plane and one hotel room just led to the next.
Sometimes being out on the road got lonely, but I was always at
home in a skatepark wherever I went. My journey hasn't been all
sunshine and smiles; underneath many of these stories remains
drama and inner battles. With my rising popularity, I also ran
into people who just didn't get what I was doing, especially
since I never subscribed to the mainstream herd. I have always
considered myself to be an individual. I visited Mike Vallely
recently and vented to him about some stuff I was going through.
He told me I was fighting a good fight and to stand strong. I
also am encouraged by the emails I get from kids telling me how
much I helped them or what a great fan of mine they are. Of
course, those are always followed by a harsh "you're a
sell-out" email, but I have to remember to be true to
myself. First and foremost, I've always skated for one thing,
fun.
My hobby became my profession as sponsors gave me a salary and
helped me achieve my ultimate goal, to keep moving forward and
teach kids the positive side of skateboarding. Thats my
real focus, not just to win competitions or to have a Thrasher
Magazine cover, because my real competition is with myself. We
need to encourage each other. Whether you want to be a baseball
player or a school teacher, one thing remains constant. You must
believe in yourself. I never left skateboarding and it never left
me. I showed it love through rough years of my life, and
its payoff time as I'm getting loads of that love back. By
now I have met all the skaters I dreamed of meeting, including
Tony Hawk who Ive met several times. While in San Diego I
got to session with Eric Dresson, Jim Grey and a hand full of
todays top riders. Moments like this will be inside me
forever. I have to admit, I still have days where I feel this is
all one big dream that Ill wake up from any minute.
People ask me all the time how long Ill keep skating. I got
part of the answer when I was in Wilmington, North Carolina, and
hooked up with ex-pro skater Ray Underhill. Even though Ray is
now 47, he still skates everyday. He was skating this huge cement
bowl while his son and wife relaxing in lawn chairs by the ramp.
With his helmet off the gray hairs were plain to see, but all
geared up, he skated that bowl like he was 16 years old. I later
saw him in California and the last piece of advice he had for me
was to "skate for life." I've also met several of the
Dogtown Z-Boys guys and they still skate. When I recently talked
to Z-Boy Peggy Oki, she said she still skates on a daily basis.
On the west coast there is a large population of people over 40
who still skate.
There are defining moments in life that vindicate that you've
achieved something. On August 20th, 2005 one of my sponsors
invited me to join the Jammin' 2005 tour. This was a huge music
tour that hosted headlining bands and had celebrity guest
speakers. This was so big for me to be involved in this tour. The
opening night was at Schottenstein Arena to a sold out crowd of
20,000 people. Here I was at sound check in the middle of an
arena warming up on a half pipe that was built just for me.
Somebody wake me up. After getting a feel for the ramp I was
escorted to my dressing room complete with food and a private
shower. The demo was with me on the half pipe, Kevin Bickel and
Tim Byrne on flat land with Jon Greer and Aaron Johnson on bmx.
Waiting to go on at 8:53 between bands was like a three hour lay
over at an airport. Finally our names were announced and we
walked out behind the black curtain. I felt like a tiger on a
leash that just got cut to run wild. The energy inside the arena
was powerful. My heart was pumping and the crowd was very
receptive to our performance. As I rode near the front of the
crowd a sea of high fives would greet me. Jon and Aaron ended the
show with back to back back-flips and the crowd was roaring.
After our show the last band played and I was shot up to the
arena lobby to sign posters and meet and greet. The people were
very complimentary and thankful of our show. This was a night I
will never forget. My mother would of been very proud and she was
there in spirit.
As for myself, I look back to when I first rode the streets of
Wooster, Ohio in grade school. At that time just rolling down a
hill gave me a great sensation. Skateboarding is so much more
than how many stairs you can ollie. If you haven't figured that
out for yourself yet, then let me repeat what my dad told me
years ago when he said, You haven't lived long enough.
I still get back to Ohio and skate those old spots I used
to growing up and I have no plans on ever stopping. Skating was
never about money or fame, it was simply about having fun. At the
end of the day, I'm still just a skater dude riding my worries
away.
Shows, appearances, and demos continue to consume my life. This
is where I am. Because of the past I've become who I set out to
be. I've met all my heroes like Hawk, Steve Caballero, Tony Alva,
Mike Vallely, Christian Hosoi, Danny Way, Bob Burnquist, and
numerous others. I've had highlights from Canada, El Paso Texas,
Orlando, San Juan Puerto Rico, Las Vegas, Kentucky, California,
Atlanta, Newfoundland, Mexico, Minnesota, Michigan, North
Carolina, Pennsylvania, Paris, Dominican Republic, Columbus,
Kansas City, Nashville, and so many other places. Places and
people are what keep me going. Influencing people in a positive
manner means more to me than any sponsorship, trick, or trophy.
It's connecting with the crowd that makes this journey worth
while.