MUERTE hXc

Word Jazz

2010-01-04T07:28:00.000-08:00

Seminal thoughts and images of the mind, creation of an identity-

PLEASE VISIT US AT OUR NEW LOCATION

2009-07-10T15:47:00.000-07:00

We'll still be rocking this one keeping it up now and again but check the new one for more recent updates...

www.muertehc.wordpress.com

HOME

2008-11-29T17:57:00.000-08:00

Today's midnight cross to bear

2008-11-29T17:51:00.001-08:00

Time to get off the net and get into the garage and get dirty tonight to ride in flavor tomorrow.

Perhaps this little guy will come visit again around 1am.

Nope, no possum. Just the ghetto bird but a couple gaskets, normalize the motor and I'm back down the road:

Christmas day 2000 meeting un-planned and stoked to see a brother's headlights in my rearview.

this is where you can stick it!

Pick up a shovel and dig down with us

2008-11-29T17:26:00.000-08:00

LAST WEEKS HISTORY

2008-11-29T16:46:00.000-08:00

Struggles and inspiration while "DIGGING DOWN TO RE-DISCOVER WHAT MADE US WHO WE ARE"

QUESTION CHARISMA

2008-11-25T23:44:00.001-08:00

Inspiration in the best of places

2008-11-25T22:36:00.001-08:00

Started this collective, heartbeat, keepsake for our kids... Diggin back and bringing up the past as we remember it, airing out the present as we experience it. The Daily History that makes all of us what we are.

Don't let SoCal history and culture die, keep it alive in our hearts and minds

65 Degrees, California winter with 6 patties on the grille...kids in the yard

finding inspiration here:

church of choppers

sideblog (thanks for the live link tip)

NOW

2008-11-25T15:06:00.000-08:00

We're here to get out what we need, to share and publish, create and sell without the SELL-OUT.

INTEGRITY IS THE KEY

Used and abused

2008-11-25T14:37:00.000-08:00

AMERICANA

2008-11-25T14:34:00.000-08:00

BROTHERS FROM OTHER MOTHERS

2008-11-25T14:23:00.000-08:00

Actors are your friends

2008-09-24T09:38:00.000-07:00

You sick, lonely, unmotivated waste of space. Get out of the house and dream, create and build, pick it up off the street and make something with it. Screw the HMA's, store the flammables under your bed, drill a hole, make some noise. Befriend the homeless, the kid that doesn't fit into your ideal of what is right and wrong. Open your eyes and see what you can learn from everyone.

Waste of space mothers with strollers, beachside kalisthenics while their husbands are working, Starbucks chat session, give it up and do something real, tangible, dirty. Oh wait, the nanny's here.

CREATE DON'T CONSUME... Just let the urgency of youth fade and acquiesce into adulthood

EARGESPLITTEN LOUDENBOOMER

2008-09-22T09:39:00.000-07:00

If you don't dig... someone does learn.

Calmed

2008-09-02T22:40:00.000-07:00

Connect the past, bridge burned now destroyed stanchions.

Pleasant memories at arms distance

It's been a pleasure to never call you mom again.

blackcoffeecigarettesunnyside

2008-09-02T22:30:00.000-07:00

The best isn't enough

Killed with competence, decide left or right, nailed down particulars, impotent help

Thanks for everything turkey, shutup and drive.

Dirt, grease, rub in sand to clear the day

Destroy to rebuild tomorrow

MISSION POSSIBLE

2008-08-11T13:57:00.000-07:00

Welcome to History
Welcome to subculture

Damas & Caballeros
Join our prison break, ride with us.
Guerrillas

Strictly streets, Deep roots - So. Cal

Indeginous Razors from Santa Monica and Santa Ana.

Heavily rooted in Audio Culture – brotherhood of punkrock, le Dubplate, the automotive fist, motor oil on canvas, survivors of corporate style. Stomping the virus.

Crusaders of truth, exposing the flesh, reclaiming what’s been left on the shelf.

American – West coast – independent

Art born from experience, our clinched fist, no bullshit approach provokes a clean glimpse into intelligent hell, societal alienation, evolution and growth, future and past.

Our mission, concrete cracks of society. Rescuing what’s lost, breathing life into forgotton truth, reaching out and embracing youth.Succumbing to the infection, hand made apparel – constant evolution

We’re not a GANG, We’re a club.

2008-08-11T13:56:00.001-07:00

MUERTE!
As the sun speaks to me, it filters through mortality.
Trickling wastefully through deeply impressioned flesh, tastefully enriching smiles, achievements, wonder, experience.
Stress - the creative allowence, our will, our thrills, another delicate secret breached by tone, perched on majesty, monotone.
So the eyes follow every drop, baking the seeds, ripening our will - dispensing purefied fear. The smaller the engine, the smaller the mention... This is the rich man's fear.
Sick with sun, following rage to shade - an oasis of diet drinks and overboiled Orange County magazines.. Every last breath of processed cotton is fodder for Satan.
The laughs echo, the tears evaporate.

MUERTE!

FOLLOW THEM DREAMS

2008-01-15T12:03:00.001-08:00

'It's not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or when the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worth cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.'

Theodore Roosevelt 1910