THE FLIP TEAM MANAGER, EWAN BOWMAN CHOSE TO FORGO THE TYPICAL TEAM MANAGER HORROR STORY AND PAY HOMAGE TO THE LATE GREAT SHANE CROSS WITH A STORY ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES.
I have a really horrible memory. Most times I can’t remember something that happened more than 5 minutes in the past. However, on occasion I will get a flash back to a special moment that I will never forget. One particular trip with Shane Cross will always be with me. We were up in San Francisco, the crew consisted of Shane Cross, Joe Peaz, photog Ryan Allen, David Gonzalez, and David’s friend Mauricio. The vibe in S.F. is amazing and for Shane, who was already deeply in love with the whole hippy, acid, peace and love thing, he truly embraced the city as if it were in its 60’s hay-day. On the drive from Socal, Shane repeatedly asked if I’d take him to go shopping on Haight Street for trinkets and rad t-shirts. I always replied, “Get gnarly and we’ll go shopping on the last day.” Shane was in his zone on this particular trip from the get go. At each spot we went to he laid down the law all the while being so typically casual about it. The first spot of the day Shane and David bombed this really steep hill. Shane slammed so hard and skidded for 6 feet on his hands, ripping them open. David thought it was so hilarious that he was rolling around on the floor laughing. Shane just walked down the hill to me where I was filming with a huge smile on his face as if nothing had happened. He was wearing a wife beater that had “I LOVE OLDER WOMEN’’ printed on the front which made the whole event even more comical. He continued to kill it even though his hands were tore up. That night we found out that AC/ DSHE (an AC/DC cover band) were going to play at a club that all ages. Everybody being huge AC/DC fans we were going for sure. We got some booze in at the hotel cranked up some good Bon Scott joints which set the tone for the night. We got to the club and of course Shane and David couldn’t drink, but that didn’t stop them getting drinks inside. and it doesn’t take long to knock a shot back so by the time the band came on everybody was flying. We headed up to the front and the heads started banging. In the course of an hour David had pissed at the front of the stage 3 times and been pulled down twice off my shoulders by the bouncers whilst Shane was steady swinging his mane as the Bon Scott replica was screaming at the top of her lungs. As the show drew to a close we stumbled out and headed back to the hotel, I’ll never forget the walk back as everybody was singing and David was on Shane and Joe’s shoulders it was fucking amazing. The energy kept going all the way back to the hotel, AC/DC was cranked to the max, booze was flying, and the rooms were getting wrecked. What a night to remember! In the morning hangovers were a knocking and as we got ready to skate we found out that Shane pissed in his bag and everything was soaked and un-wearable. He did even care, in fact, he ended up bringing the bag back from S.F. to my house and left it on the balcony to bake in the hot sun while he went back to Oz. The bag sat for a while I left on another trip and didn’t go out there. The day I did, I was greeted by the smell of stale piss and a million flies. The idea that the files were enjoying piss that was once booze consumed by a legend, whilst listening to a legend, made me smile. I remembered how much fun we had, living life. RIDE ON.
The Late Shane Cross. Noseblunt. Photo: Ryan Allen.