Scott Kmiec and Phil Jackson. Enter the Tone Zone.

I didn’t even realize it until after I made the last post that we are now 50 posts old. As a celebration, I’ve decided that I will finally get around to categorizing all of the posts so far, and continue to do so going forward. Even better than that, I’ve also invited my good friend Anthony to join in posting on the site from time to time under his own category. Here is his first post in the “Tone Zone.” Enjoy. – Patrick

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Pat asked me if I wanted to write the caption for this week’s installment of the Totally blog/news reel/web musings, and I jumped at the opportunity… especially considering the fact that this week’s installment features everyone’s favorite dude, “Philthy” Phil Jackson, and my good buddy, Scott Kmiec. The photos that make up this installment were taken at FDR; a spot infamous for both gnarly concrete waves, and an ever-changing cast of local rippers and spun out lurkers. I’ve been spending a lot of time down there lately almost exclusively skating the recently refurbished steel vert ramp. I’m always harassing both Phil and Scott to pad up and skate it with me, but they usually just call me a kook and decline. Occasionally, either one will take a padless run or two, but that’s it. Both of them call me a pussy for barely ever skating the ‘crete anymore. I guess they’re probably right. I’m way too much of a pussy these days to deal with the rough surface, fucked transitions, broken glass and rocks, knife-wielding Kenzo meth freaks on bikes, and random 40+ dudes talking weird conspiracy theory bullshit. But Phil and Scott charge it in spite of all its inherent adversity, and keep surprising me with rad shots like these. I guess kids don’t give a shit about vert photos anyway. (And pads just look so tsoooo uncool, tisk!)

Scott “Carmichael” Kmiec pushes a frontside smith grind in the deep end of the peanut bowl.
Photo by Bryan Karl Lathrop

Philthy performs a lien to tail over a recently improved hip.