Back in 1977, skateboarders were long beach-bleached-washed haired surfers with Ocean Pacific or Hang Ten tee shirts and were listening to The Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Heart and Tom Petty. SkateBoarder was the only serious magazine and the playground was Southern California. Suddenly, everything changed. The Z-Boys at Dogtown started fighting against the Badlanders in the Valley and Steve Olson was in the middle laughing his ass off. When Duane Peters and Steve Olson popped into the skateboarding scene, everybody noticed. Alva and his clique, Salba and his cuates and Steve Olson introduced all of us to hardcore punk rock skateboarding.
If not for them we would still have long hair and would still try to improve our nose wheelies on flat wooden boards. Steve Olson was one of the few skaters that changed the history of skateboarding forever.A Desillusion Magazine Film, Directed by Patrick Pearse: Steve Olson. Fucking aplomb on caffeine.
An infectious personality. Larger than life, larger than skateboarding.
Steve doesn’t kill time.
Steve doesn’t keep time.
Steve does what Steve wants on “Steve Time.”
Everyone – meet Steve. Once in your lifetime, if you can keep up?
Steve is a shot of heroin. Fuck, its probably better than heroin.
After a day with Steve I rest my tired head on my shitty hotel room pillow, it has yellow stains.
His first words still ringing in my head…”Yo Pat, Fuck! Whats up?”
Holy Shit, time to hang on and enjoy the ride…..
“Today I’m going home either dead, or living dead.”
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