The Pillow Talk Issue

Table Of Contents

Drool
Dave seems to think he can drop more names then me. We go head to head in this months column.

Record Reviews
Now you can see all the albums you need to buy right in the comfort of your own home, as if MTV wasnt good enough.

Concert Reviews
And this is what happens when you actually leave the house.

The Peter Line Interview
If you wanna get Peter Line to talk just ask him about movies. You hear that Transworld, he gave YO BEAT more then a one word answer, and nobody even reads our magazine.

Big Mountains Are Overrated
Yet another reason Killington sucks.

Ring around the O.G.
So word is the Olympics are the cool thing to write about this month. YO BEAT certainly wouldn't want to be left in the dark, so here is our own commentary, as said by our humble gossip boy.

When in Boston....
Don't go unprepared, read the YO BEAT Boston instuction manual. Almost as enthralling as the Boston Drivers manual, but without all the pesky pictures.

No Use For a Name: Making Friends
I liked the cover art on this album so I bought it. It sounds just like all the other No Use For A Name albums. If you like the band buy the album, if you don't, then don't bitch to me about it.

NOFX: So Long and Thanks for all the Shoes
Punk bands hate NOFX because they are a punk band that knows how to play thier instruments. However, after listening to numerous punk records that all consist of the same 3 chords it is refreshing. The new album reminds me of the older NOFX with less catchy, melodic songs. They continue to be almost as thesaruas happy as Bad Religion, and actually used the word monosylabic in a song. The theme of this record seems to be in the true punk fashion, a giant fuck you to everyone, but they did have a crack reference in the liners notes. I also found the "10 answers to the most asked 10 questions that we'd like never to be asked again" very humorous, and for those who don't want to buy the album I will print them here, because they are in the true essence of YO BEAT, and i don't know what else to say about this album.
1. How's the tour going? None of your business. (who cares)
2. When are you coming back? Hopefully never. ( who asks that, your parents?)
3. Where do you play tomorrow? Another overpriced club. (NO DOUBT!)
4. What does NOFX mean? Yo Mama (Hells yea)
5. Why do they call you Fat Mike, You're not fat? I've been sick (It's all a big conspiracy)
6. How long has NOFX been playing for? 15 years, which makes our band older then you. (No comment)
7. Why was your last album so slow? Because we thought the executives at MTV would like us more. (and the kids are hip to it)
8. What do you think about Green Day and the Offspring? Green Day have cute and well behaved offspring (who ever asked this question has had thier young and impressionable mind warped by too much empty V, you need to get out more.)
9. Was El Hefe really in the Bad News Bears? Yes. (No comment)
10. Where do you see NOFX going in 10 years? Down. (Yeah, cause your all going to die of old age and drinking too much)

Concert Reviews

WHO THE HELL IS PETER LINE AND WHY IS HE SO DAMN COOL?

Big mountains are overrated

Shawn Durst, shreddin a little rad. Photo: TZ

Sure, if you like jumps that always seem to have flat landins, pipe's with endless amounts of flat bottom and over vert, and tons of herbs who dont know how to ski they're good, but as hard as they try big resorts will never compare with the exhilaration of building a kicker in your own backyard.
This idea was re-itterated in my mind on a recent November evening. I spent the afternoon at Killington, landing flat, and trying to avoid the out of control ski population. My evening's plan was to go see Boogie Nights and then maybe even do some homework. For some reason I found myself suggesting driving a jeep up my backyard and shining the lights on a jump we had built a day earlier. The idea was shot down though, because no one felt like leaving the couch. I readied myself for a trip to the movies, make-up, hair the whole deal, and sat down to wait for my escort to arrive.
To my great suprise, 30 minutes later, Shawn "Double Rodeo Kid" Durst, Tim "I can get good pictures from this" Zimmerman, Jason "I can't think of a cool nickname" Dalton and I were trying to figure out where the best place to put the jeep would be. (Luckily, i had already done my make-up so i was ready to snowboard when they arrived.) Finally, it was decided that we were never really going to be able to see, so we started hiking. The jump wasnt great, but hey, we were riding at 10 o'clock at night, and we didnt have to pay 6 dollars for it like pass holders do at Killington.
We rode for awhile, Tim took a suprisingly large number of pictures, and then there was a bang. My damn hick neighbord were firing off bottle rockets again. Or so we though, because soon there was another one, and this time, Jason felt the bullet whiz right by his head. We actually got shot at, right in my back yard.
To our amusement, the fiasco did not end at the this. Soon after, all the lights at my neighbor's house were on, and we could hear them talking. Then a car squealed back and forth across the road a few times before finally pulling into my driveway, and i slightly overweight law enforcement officer stepped out. He made a very notable attempt at runnign up the hill, and eventually reached us.
"You folks shooting tonight?" was the question posed to us. Living in Vermont, this inquisition usually doesnt need to be asked, because they answer's always yes, but in our case, it was not.
Our uniformed friends left after radioing to the station a few times*, we were left to hit our landingless jump a few more times. Of course our near death experience had tired us so much that we drove back down to the house.
So not only did we get to snowboard, but we got to brush up on our bullet dodging as well. My mom always told me it was good to be multi-talented. In conclusion, this is why I'd rather hike my back yard then ride the new K1 at Killington. Yeah.
*we were impressed

Our little brush with the law. Photo: TZ

Ring Around the O.G.
Do we really want snowboarding in the Olympics?

What a crazy world we live in. People who once shuned our blessed sport of snowboarding are now welcoming it with open arms into there circle. Namley the Olympics. You have all probably read millions of articles about the FIS and the ISF and how they are fighting each other and its turned into a battle that I don't think anyone is really enjoying so I wont go into it. What I would like to say is that 99% of the population that snowboards and owns a TV will watch snowboarding in the olypics when it is aired no matter if you think it is cool or not. I'm not going to spend a long time talking about it, but there are some people that are gunna be pushing the envelope and making it {watching} alot of fun for everyone. I still don't know who all has been selected or who even wants to go (word is the team wont be decided until 2 days or some insanley small amount of time before the games anyway.) There are some people that I would like to see compete that would do a good job giving snowboarding a good name. First of all i would like to see TREVOR ANDREW ride for the Canadian team, which he probably will with the plifera or Canadian riders out there. TREVOR is the man in my opinion he is really giving some of the old men in the sport a run for their money. What is he 18 now? ERIC LEINES has been putting 200% into getting selected for the American team and I think he is deserving. It would be good to see some people as his teammates such as Peter Line, Ross Powers, and Michelle Taggart. There are too many good people to list that I think would make the ultimate olimpic team for the us. Personaly, I beleive the europeans are gonna regulate the olympics anyway, but i guess we will have to wait and see. Hopefully, corporate America will not take it upon themselves to make the sport look stupid, as they do every year around X Game time, but hopefully the stregnth of the athletes will hold it's own.

When in Boston.......

How-deh young playas and playa-ettes. So nice of you to join our classy publication in welcoming the big 9 to the 8. Seeing as this issue is all me, (I have not written a single piece of dribble thus far) I figured I'd whip up a little something for the non-enjoyment of all two of you who actually read Yo Beat. If you ever come to Boston, here are some things to do and people to see.

Bowling. Who doesn't like to get their kink on at the local bowling ally, throw down in the snappy velcro shoes, and scope out the toothpick chewing hunnies? Obviously nobody. Maybe it exists in other places too, but the bowlertecheries in Boston have Rock N' Bowl night. It's really a must see, but basically you get ya rolls on, while strobe lights and holograms twirl around you and bad techno re-mixes and the occasional old skool rap classic bust. Such a time. Everyone enjoys Rock N' Bowl, from the legitimate bowling enthusiast to the old maid reverse hustler, and the allies are always bumpin while it's goin down. My personal favorite allies, which highlight rock n bowl night, are Big League Bowling of scenic West Roxbury Ma, and Boston Bowl of somewhere in a back ally in Dot. Big League's local talent can be read about in issue 2's "One woman Party: a Night in the life," and Boston Bowl is all about being ghetto, which everyone can appreciate. (The only other bowling ally I like, outside of Boston, is somewhere in Vermont near Stowe, I think. It's somebody's trailor, onto which they have built a bowling alley extension, and it has a astro-turf mini golf course for a backyard. Too cold. My dreamhouse.) Okay, so the moral of the story is: when in Boston, bowl.

Shopping. Okay pretend you're not lost one street off Rodeo and you don''t like to buy stuff, fine. I know you do though. Some of my personal favorite stores are Savers and Value Village, both of West Roxbury. Savers locations are located randomnly throughout the world, so you can probably find one near you somewhere.(There are 18 in the Canadian province of Alberta or something ridiculous like that.) If you are incredibly cheap like myself and refuse to spend money on any item of clothing that costs over three dollars, go to Savers! Like Rock N' Bowl, savers is really a must see to believe, but it's basically a giant yard sale indoors. Such treasures as a Hulk Hoagn wrestlemania 8 shirt, a full length pea green bubble coat, The barbie goes to the Prom game, old skool b-boying suits and classic Nike hi-tops, Ice T's "Original Gangsta" tape, a scooter, a see thru blue plastic visor, a fly orange armchair, and millions of other treasures have been purchased there by me and my associates, most for under a dollar. Next we come to Value Village, where the prices are sketchy like the scene. I do not think anyone who has not had the pleasure of making a visit to the upscale locale can understand it. Do not buy food here. Basically it's all about the scene, Mahhgie Value, the lahhge woman in chahhge, and the completely ridiculous stuff one will find there. Some prices are alarmigly high, and be sure to watch out for the Mahhgie price checks, but Yo MTV Raps cards from the early 90's, really really unattractive wedding/prom dresses, and exceptionally big WWF stickers can be found somewhere in an obscure pile here. It is not neccessary to buy anything at Value Village, just walk in and enjoy your surroundings. Dented and unlabeled cans, irregular sweatshirts with Harvard printed on one side and Yale printed on the other, and stolen stereo equipment are a few other perks. It's really all about Mahhgie Value tho, who is so outrageous, I cannot even begin to describe her here. Just make sure that if you're ever in Boston, you stop by the double V and check out the scene. I guaranteee you won't be dissapointed.

Hmm. Okay, now we will highlight the must see people of Boston. There's the obvious Mahhgie Value, who can easily be located at Value Village in West Roxbury, but then there are some other quite smooth characters, who keep it on the D.L. There's this guy who regulates Tower Records in Copley, named Jimmy, I think it is. You will know "Jimmy" by his deformed hands and fascination for skateboarding. Jimmy makes lots of money by pretending he's homeless and spanging. He loves to skateboard and weave in and out of the too-hip frequenters of Newbury Street on a board. He will ask you to borrow yours. Let him. He'll return it. He has been known to come up with old skool skateboards out of nowhere and give them to people because he's the man. You're lucky if you see him because he's definitely a highlight of Boston. Talent.
Next we have the guy who gets his rhythm on, on the buckets. He is a taleted drummer and can be seen and heard in various locales all over Boston, banging away on various buckets and bowls and such. I have noticed a few imposters biting his steez who have no skills, but if you're lucky enough to find him, you'll know you have because you'll be taken aback by your desire to watch and listen to the phat beats he churns out. Talent.
Any adult who rides a tricicle is too smooth in my book. However, one triker nerd who stands out in my mind is the O.G. triker nerd of Boston. It will begin with a strange sound, which I cannot capture in words, the battle cry of the O.G. triker. It's not a scream, but a loud warning noise, repeated over and over and over again "NEE NEE NEE NEE NEE NEE NEE...". You'll know it when you hear it. The man rides on the sidewalk, making it necessary for him to make his signature noise, so as he cruises the strip at nail-biting speeds, innocent pedestrains will clear a path for him. He'll come flying by and almost knock you down, maybe swearing, maybe not, but you'll be in awe of his the man-ness. If you hear the cry of the O.G. triker nerd, and it could happen basically anywhere in Boston or Cambridge, watch out, hitch a ride with him if possible, because it can be done, or just allow your jaw to drop at his nutiness. Talent.

I cannot even begin to point out all the ill sights and figgas of Boston in one brief, last minute article, but I tried to include a few must sees. These are the too cold sights they do not include in your travel book. Make time for them, and do not get sucka-ed into taking a duck tour.

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Editors and otherwise Important, cool enough to be paid(not that we are) staff members:
Sinner
One Woman Party

Staff photographer:
Monty the slack ass bitch.

contributing writers:
Dave the name droppin pro
Steve, the Killington snow report guy

contributing photographers:
Tim Zimmerman

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wise words from our friends at Killington.....


We get thumped on pretty good by the fine minds at Okemo about the
homogonized experience-truth be told, we've got more open than they
do, what we have is in better shape, and our runs are long enough to
play 'Lily and the Jack of Hearts' by Dylan in your head, (as opposed
to simply the first chorus of MMM Bop at our neighbors to the
south...)

January 7th, 1998