Again, Happy birthday. Thrasher was in my collection too. I managed to "corrupt" my Mom and we eventually, ended up screaming Danzig's "Mother" in the car or the living room many a time. While skater music was in my collection, I was mostly swimming in a sea of New Order, The The, The Cure, Duran Duran, Erasure, Sousxie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and a million others. That Goth/New Wave movement crashed over me like a tsunami.
Choir nerd, here too, I never took the leap of professional musician for reasons I wouldn't bother you with here. A few times I hit the stage, but only small things. This coming weekend, one of my friends and I will sing Amazing Grace at my last home health client's funeral. So it's a small room, but it's important.
Thank you, for being so willing to share your many talents with the world. People as a whole don't seem to understand how much the arts matter, how intricate a roll they play in the advancement of civilization. You may not be a "stable, normal job" person, but people like you are vital. Thank you for being here. And Thank You to both your parents for giving you the ways and means to become such a cultural influence.
I think this would have found you no matter what, the same way it found me. Some things are just meant to be. I can not imagine what I would be doing today, without AFI finding me late in 2006. And it did, literally, find me. I didn't seek it out. It just happened. It seems it was determined to happen. It is a bit of a long but curious story - at least, to me it is. I've been contemplating the idea of creating a stack about it, but there's only one person I'd wish for it to be read by. Hmm... wonder who that could be... 🪩🦈❤️🔥
I hope you had a wonderful birthday, with many more to come.
Another insomnia win for me finding your new stack! All those big words you like to use would have served you so well as a lawyer but that field doesn’t handle nipple slippages well 😉.
I hope your birthday was full of your favorite people and things! As always, thank you for sharing your gifts with the world. 🖤
I hope that it was a fantastic birthday. I attempted to finish an illustration in time to celebrate the day, but I may have become overly ambitious in how much detail I'm putting into it & it still needs a bit longer to cook. These Stacks are actually one of the many sources I've been taking inspiration from! As ever, thank you for sharing your words with us 🖤
As I sit here licking my wounds from one of my worst work shifts of my life, I can’t help but think to when I tried to be that ‘cool’ mom to my kids many years back telling them they should pick up an instrument or something or start a band. That didn’t go well, they may have even snarled at me. Hey I tried. Hope the birthday was good.
A resounding thank you must be made to your mother for not only changing your life, but subsequently ours as well. It's always those little gestures that make the biggest impact (for you a magazine, for me a trip to the movies that ended with hearing "17 Crimes" for the first time in the City of Bones end credits).
Hope the birthday was a great one, and that they continue to grow better each year 🎂
Its funny you mention doctor, because I would argue that what you've done as an artist has saved just as many lives as a doctor would. You saved mine. Not to mention the continuing repair to the soul everytime we spin an album and give ourselves over to what's inside. I do hope your birthday was a happy one and you spent it around good people who bring you joy. Love to you.
I'm staring at this blank text box with the flashing cursor, and it probably expects me to write a short reaction to a birthday post, but you explained it, perfectly. The shrieking howl of the lost. I wanna talk to you forever (or talk AT you, as this sort of communication dictates) because I really feel that I have infinite things to say to you. I know you've been that for thousands of people over the years; you've been the Thrasher magazine for so many lost souls. That vital lifeline. The well-thumbed, fingerprint-smudged pages, the memorized photos and articles and ads, the whole of it something that you wish you could consume, somehow, with your heart. You are that. But the dizzying beauty of it all is that you continue, you exist and persist and resist, you are ever-vital and ever-blooming and ever-radiant. You have grown with us. There are fewer things more sacred than that. Than you.
That sweet ten-year-old boy clutching the November 1985 issue of Thrasher couldn't conceive of the life you've had, the lives you've touched, the indelible mark you have left that will survive and ripple out ever onward.
All of this is to say: you are singfularly precious to me. As is appropriate, my humble, everlong devotion to you hits new heights each year that passes. Your life, your existence, is something I want to wrap in vegan silk and velvet and protect, guard, celebrate, adore, marvel at; something I want to curl up around and live to love. Saying happy birthday doesn't touch it. I want to write you ribbons of personal scripture and pslams. I won't, I promise! Well, I'll try not to.
You are luminous and you are the darkness it shines in. You are both sides of everything, and each year, you only get better. You become more fully who you are, and there are infinite petals that continue to unfold, to reveal more life, more beauty, more defiant flowering.
I can't imagine how many nights of sleep your mom has lost, in worry over you. But I also think that no one could conceive of her pride in you and her love for you. Your parents fostered and nurtured and supported you into t h i s, into someone so wholly himself and unlike anyone else, into someone with the ability to share parts of himself that touch and save countless lives. that make people feel seen. Into someone who creates art, who can't help but do so. Who you are, and have always been, supercedes the normalcy wished for you. You simply cannot be contained, not in any word, any occupation, any status. You transcend.
Fuck, I had so many intentions of making this a thematic comment, a happy birthday that's even vaguely coherent. Instead, I offer these rambling paragraphs. I celebrate your birth, your existence. I'm grateful for the exact circumstances that made you into who you are, even if a lot of them were vexatious to live through. I'm grateful for Thrasher fucking magazine. And your sweet mom and dad (and your beloved brother!). And you. And you and you and you, Davey.
I hope you feel the love that is constant and everflowing to you. I hope it puts an extra twitch in your slinky strut on your best days and surrounds you on your worst ones. Keep on living your life exactly how you please. You're remarkable.
Skateboarding is the best gateway. I was largely influenced at a young age by my eldest cousin, whom is but four years older than I. Through skateboarding, he'd introduced me to all of the best skate punk bands and I would continue on that rabbit hole throughout my teen years. The Tony Hawk video game series would further my knowledge. Later in high school, I'd met my best friend and guitarist of our band. He'd began to show me all of his dad's music collection, and even further down that rabbit hole I went. Mixtapes filled with the likes of The Cramps, Joy Division, Alien Sex Fiend, The Replacements, The Plimsouls, Jet Black Berries, The Gun Club, The Jesus And Mary Chain, The Dream Syndicate, The Jam, Stiff Little Fingers, The Del-Lords, Screaming Blue Messiahs, so on and so forth, my music knowledge would greatly flourish. Though, our own musical endeavors didn't pan out as we'd hoped, I am however grateful that I was introduced to all the best music and not solely raised on pop-culture of the late 90's and early 2000s. My mom would embrace it, knowing there was little she could do to influence me otherwise. Most times, I can mention a band I'm listening to and she hasn't a clue who that is and replies with, "that's from the 80's? I've never heard of them." Most of the time, I feel as though I was born at the wrong end of the 80's and on the wrong side of the country. Either way, I'd still managed to find a home and a community through a skateboard.
I'm entirely grateful through all of that, I'd found you and your music. Thank you for being a huge influencer throughout the majority of my life, and again, Happy Birthday!
I hope your birthday was wonderful 🖤. It's interesting how all these little moments in time add up to influence who we are. I know we're all grateful your parents gave you that subscription.
Thank you Mamma Havok for that exquisite mistake. 🖤 Hope you enjoyed your birthday! 🥳
Again, Happy birthday. Thrasher was in my collection too. I managed to "corrupt" my Mom and we eventually, ended up screaming Danzig's "Mother" in the car or the living room many a time. While skater music was in my collection, I was mostly swimming in a sea of New Order, The The, The Cure, Duran Duran, Erasure, Sousxie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and a million others. That Goth/New Wave movement crashed over me like a tsunami.
Choir nerd, here too, I never took the leap of professional musician for reasons I wouldn't bother you with here. A few times I hit the stage, but only small things. This coming weekend, one of my friends and I will sing Amazing Grace at my last home health client's funeral. So it's a small room, but it's important.
Thank you, for being so willing to share your many talents with the world. People as a whole don't seem to understand how much the arts matter, how intricate a roll they play in the advancement of civilization. You may not be a "stable, normal job" person, but people like you are vital. Thank you for being here. And Thank You to both your parents for giving you the ways and means to become such a cultural influence.
Blessed Be, to all of you.
Dr. Davey... I can't even... 🤣
I think this would have found you no matter what, the same way it found me. Some things are just meant to be. I can not imagine what I would be doing today, without AFI finding me late in 2006. And it did, literally, find me. I didn't seek it out. It just happened. It seems it was determined to happen. It is a bit of a long but curious story - at least, to me it is. I've been contemplating the idea of creating a stack about it, but there's only one person I'd wish for it to be read by. Hmm... wonder who that could be... 🪩🦈❤️🔥
I hope you had a wonderful birthday, with many more to come.
,,,^..^,,,_)
Another insomnia win for me finding your new stack! All those big words you like to use would have served you so well as a lawyer but that field doesn’t handle nipple slippages well 😉.
I hope your birthday was full of your favorite people and things! As always, thank you for sharing your gifts with the world. 🖤
And we thank your dear mother endlessly. And you. Hope you enjoyed your special day 🧁🖤
I hope that it was a fantastic birthday. I attempted to finish an illustration in time to celebrate the day, but I may have become overly ambitious in how much detail I'm putting into it & it still needs a bit longer to cook. These Stacks are actually one of the many sources I've been taking inspiration from! As ever, thank you for sharing your words with us 🖤
As I sit here licking my wounds from one of my worst work shifts of my life, I can’t help but think to when I tried to be that ‘cool’ mom to my kids many years back telling them they should pick up an instrument or something or start a band. That didn’t go well, they may have even snarled at me. Hey I tried. Hope the birthday was good.
A resounding thank you must be made to your mother for not only changing your life, but subsequently ours as well. It's always those little gestures that make the biggest impact (for you a magazine, for me a trip to the movies that ended with hearing "17 Crimes" for the first time in the City of Bones end credits).
Hope the birthday was a great one, and that they continue to grow better each year 🎂
Forever honored and eternally grateful to howl back 🖤🖤🖤
I love that a fairly simple present had such an impact on your life and that your mother let you become who you are.
Its funny you mention doctor, because I would argue that what you've done as an artist has saved just as many lives as a doctor would. You saved mine. Not to mention the continuing repair to the soul everytime we spin an album and give ourselves over to what's inside. I do hope your birthday was a happy one and you spent it around good people who bring you joy. Love to you.
I'm staring at this blank text box with the flashing cursor, and it probably expects me to write a short reaction to a birthday post, but you explained it, perfectly. The shrieking howl of the lost. I wanna talk to you forever (or talk AT you, as this sort of communication dictates) because I really feel that I have infinite things to say to you. I know you've been that for thousands of people over the years; you've been the Thrasher magazine for so many lost souls. That vital lifeline. The well-thumbed, fingerprint-smudged pages, the memorized photos and articles and ads, the whole of it something that you wish you could consume, somehow, with your heart. You are that. But the dizzying beauty of it all is that you continue, you exist and persist and resist, you are ever-vital and ever-blooming and ever-radiant. You have grown with us. There are fewer things more sacred than that. Than you.
That sweet ten-year-old boy clutching the November 1985 issue of Thrasher couldn't conceive of the life you've had, the lives you've touched, the indelible mark you have left that will survive and ripple out ever onward.
All of this is to say: you are singfularly precious to me. As is appropriate, my humble, everlong devotion to you hits new heights each year that passes. Your life, your existence, is something I want to wrap in vegan silk and velvet and protect, guard, celebrate, adore, marvel at; something I want to curl up around and live to love. Saying happy birthday doesn't touch it. I want to write you ribbons of personal scripture and pslams. I won't, I promise! Well, I'll try not to.
You are luminous and you are the darkness it shines in. You are both sides of everything, and each year, you only get better. You become more fully who you are, and there are infinite petals that continue to unfold, to reveal more life, more beauty, more defiant flowering.
I can't imagine how many nights of sleep your mom has lost, in worry over you. But I also think that no one could conceive of her pride in you and her love for you. Your parents fostered and nurtured and supported you into t h i s, into someone so wholly himself and unlike anyone else, into someone with the ability to share parts of himself that touch and save countless lives. that make people feel seen. Into someone who creates art, who can't help but do so. Who you are, and have always been, supercedes the normalcy wished for you. You simply cannot be contained, not in any word, any occupation, any status. You transcend.
Fuck, I had so many intentions of making this a thematic comment, a happy birthday that's even vaguely coherent. Instead, I offer these rambling paragraphs. I celebrate your birth, your existence. I'm grateful for the exact circumstances that made you into who you are, even if a lot of them were vexatious to live through. I'm grateful for Thrasher fucking magazine. And your sweet mom and dad (and your beloved brother!). And you. And you and you and you, Davey.
I hope you feel the love that is constant and everflowing to you. I hope it puts an extra twitch in your slinky strut on your best days and surrounds you on your worst ones. Keep on living your life exactly how you please. You're remarkable.
<3
ps: 337 <3
Just a teensy tiny miraculous little mistake, for which we’re all thankful. Hope you and your brother enjoyed your birthdays!
Happy birthday to you!
Skateboarding is the best gateway. I was largely influenced at a young age by my eldest cousin, whom is but four years older than I. Through skateboarding, he'd introduced me to all of the best skate punk bands and I would continue on that rabbit hole throughout my teen years. The Tony Hawk video game series would further my knowledge. Later in high school, I'd met my best friend and guitarist of our band. He'd began to show me all of his dad's music collection, and even further down that rabbit hole I went. Mixtapes filled with the likes of The Cramps, Joy Division, Alien Sex Fiend, The Replacements, The Plimsouls, Jet Black Berries, The Gun Club, The Jesus And Mary Chain, The Dream Syndicate, The Jam, Stiff Little Fingers, The Del-Lords, Screaming Blue Messiahs, so on and so forth, my music knowledge would greatly flourish. Though, our own musical endeavors didn't pan out as we'd hoped, I am however grateful that I was introduced to all the best music and not solely raised on pop-culture of the late 90's and early 2000s. My mom would embrace it, knowing there was little she could do to influence me otherwise. Most times, I can mention a band I'm listening to and she hasn't a clue who that is and replies with, "that's from the 80's? I've never heard of them." Most of the time, I feel as though I was born at the wrong end of the 80's and on the wrong side of the country. Either way, I'd still managed to find a home and a community through a skateboard.
I'm entirely grateful through all of that, I'd found you and your music. Thank you for being a huge influencer throughout the majority of my life, and again, Happy Birthday!
I hope your birthday was wonderful 🖤. It's interesting how all these little moments in time add up to influence who we are. I know we're all grateful your parents gave you that subscription.