Ozzie Wright recently had an art show/rock show at the new Volcom fashion-ie store in LA. I hopped aboard the departing Volcom RV to see what was really going to go down. Haha, the RV was stoked with fresh Budweisers as usual and even a few strange yet comforting 24 oz'ers. After Sherwood's great parking job, we walking in to find that the bar was.....an open bar!? Gimme gimme gimme. I want a Long Island and a Surfer on Acid, wait no, make that a Heneiken and a Vodka Tonic. Ahh who cares, with the alcohol flowing everyone drank a mighty bit and check'd out the art that was the Ozzie Wright. Then Ozzie's band. The Goons of Doom played their first show. It was great and only got better as the night went on. Thanks to Volcom for another good time. Soon we were wondering the streets of LA playing tricks on people and generally being loud (Gold). Somehow we made it home in one peice and we didn't even forget anyone in LA. Hahah almost....
- lugo
Other updates with Ozzie: • Salty Creek Love • Return of ShoresCrew • A Steez house party •
The Goons of Doom rocked the night away. Dashenka singing and Ozzie on the bass, the band kicked ass in typical bleeding form.
To get out to LA, I hopped aboard the Volcom RV which had Sherwood in charge of the wheel. Only tonic water for that guy, the rest was for us!
Big cups are nice....nice to fill with stuff. We got fairly wasted before we got there and one girl almost barfed... Soon after we arrived the crowd was ammasing. To many people from Newport had creeped out there though.
Well, we got wasted and HAD to take pictures with this man and his fantastic jacket. Yah I don't know what I'm doing but oh well, its not like I assaulted Tupman, we left that job to Hod.
Ozzie's paintings are dope. Dope like Dope Comics ©.
Another painting of Deshanka. Claire thinks she's a trucker, Collin waves hello, and Hod gets drunk.
We listened to Ozzie rock some more, then it was time to head out and enjoy the beautiful LA nightlife. Sticky with Johnny Cash's star (before he died). And Claire fell down a bunch.
Someone died, or something and it made so oh so sad. The Ivar was rocking, as usual. Ghetto chicks scare me.
"Yo slap me some skin ma man!" Back on the Volcom RV we played "Beer for the Ugly Girl." How it worked you ask? Well, we would hang out of the huge windows as we drove by people waiting in lines for clubs and yell free beer and when girls started to walk up....
It would turn into Gold yelling "Beer for the ugly girl!" over and over. Then we even started calling out freaky men too. But all's well that ends well. And everything will be okay in the end, and its not, then it's not the end. But this is, so, The End.
Oh wait, yah someone pissed in the RV something awful...