6 months. Countless shop hours at E3. 19 shoot days. Over 100,000 views on Bike EXIF. The big day when we take the wwd&s CB550 out for that first ride is fast approaching. Only problem is, when this one is over, we’re going to need another machine shop project.
Machine Shop screens (which are normally sling-boxing Yankee games this time of year) are all set to World Cup action. Today’s viewers were stung by a heart breaking loss by the Italians to Uruguay, sparked by an incident the likes of which American sports fans haven’t seen since Mike Tyson bit Evander Holyfield’s ear off. In boxing they stop the fight, you get suspended, and you become a pariah in the sport. In soccer, Suarez bites, gets no penalty and goes on to win the match. Hmmm. Guys rolling around on the ground faking injuries. Shellacked hair. Spray on tans. Waxed Eyebrows. Biting. Not sure about this soccer.
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH. WRATH OF CANNES IS WEDNESDAY.
Who will walk away with their name on the Grand Coney, the most craptastic accolade in the advertising industry. Submit your entry for the most horrific ad tale of the year here, and maybe it will be you.
In 2007 the small startup staff at wwd&s went batshit crazy for an afternoon, took the subway to Coney Island and staged our own bitter, booze-soaked response to the backslapping self congratulating Cannes award show. We called it Wrath of Cannes. We gave ourselves some fake awards. Networked. Drank too much. Made fools of ourselves on the beach. And went home. 8 years later, the ill advised but enjoyable tradition continues No one here knows why. You’re invited.
Thanks to sharp networking work by Paolo, beautiful shooting by Eric, the art and skill of David at E3, and the talents of the original designers at Honda, our retro mod of the our CB550 that began by finding the bike around Thanksgiving is now being shared every Saturday in a series on Bike.EXIF. They’re one of the most popular custom moto blogs in the solar system. Thanks guys! See the story here.
Which is so awesome because Cinco de Mayo is already such an awesome day for a party to begin with, let alone when it’s your birfday. It will be a party with margaritas, beer, margaritas and, oh yeah, beer.
STUFF WE SHOULDN’T HAVE SOLD: OLD GILL’S OLD ORANGE AMP.
We’ve talked about how the Old Gill never turned down an amp. There was a reason for that. He simply couldn’t. His “thunderously loud” (his words) all-original 1971 Orange OR 80 watt 2x12 combo had an idiosyncratic volume knob. It was really just a second on-off switch. With no real “roll off” the amp gave no quarter. It was louder than any device ever heard. If you were on stage with him, it could make you shit your pants. It pinned fans (what few we had) to the back wall of bars. It was abusive. But good god, the tone. That oily, creamy, creepy, vibe-y vintage Orange tone. Anyway, Gill sold it which was probably a good thing. Oh hell no, it wasn’t a good thing. Never sell anything.