Sacha Wheeler

A beautiful day in London, skateboarding by the Thames (map) to Vehicle by Ides of March (1970).

 

 Skateboarding to Ides of March - Vehicle: Play Now | Play in Popup

Hey well, I’m a friendly stranger in a black Sedan
Won’t you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy, I’m a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star

I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I’m your vehicle, woman
But I’m not sure that you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

Well, if you wants to be a movie star,
I’ll get a ticket to Hollywood
But if you want to stay just the way you are,
You know I think you really should

I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I’m your vehicle, woman
But I’m not sure you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
Oh, you know I do

Hey well, I’m a friendly stranger in a black Sedan
Won’t you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, candy, I’m a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star

I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I’m your vehicle, woman
But I’m not sure that you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have ya
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
And I’m your vehicle, babe

You know I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, I got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

Skateboarding in Brompton Cemetary (map) listening to Bauhaus, The Passion of Lovers.

 

 skateboarding to bauhaus - the passion of lovers: Play Now | Play in Popup

Brompton Cemetary has a rich history of lovers meeting for the first time.

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They’d gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she

footage of head banging, cut to Fantomas‘ *The Omen (ave satani)*

 

 Fantomas - Ave Satani (The Omen): Play Now | Play in Popup

update: Over 10,000 views on youtube. That’s a lot of bored people. What were they thinking?

My friend Alex (http://www.alexberg.com) turned 40 and I was unable to attend. So I sent this video of me skating. It was shot and edited by me and shardcore and the Dead Kennedys are singing Holiday in Cambodia.

 

 Holiday in Cambodia - The Dead Kennedys: Play Now | Play in Popup

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife

Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.

Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack

Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.

And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

I got pi tattooed on my left forearm by xed lehead at into you. I’m very happy with it. I can recite it far enough that you wouldn’t know if I were making it up. (you’d be amazed how few people recognise it and how many think it’s Chinese or a zodiac symbol.)