Raplhie was the schoolmate who always seemed to be melting Crayola’s on the classroom radiator. He was one of the nicest kids in the class. As his evergreen and navy crayons slowly melted, the intercom kindly asked— “Ralphie, please come to the Principal’s office, and bring your things.”
As he springs from the potting shed, Willie’s triumphant arms reach skyward. To the neighbors, his frenzy probably seems to evoke chaos of tangled summertime hoses. But according to himself… Willie don’t care—the neighbors can think what they want. He’s got bigger things on his mind, like those hoses that need a’coiling.
A barn in Snohomish, WA was demolished to make way for new power lines, and Big A & Big B were born.
From the same family tree as Big A & B, when these twins were born folks’ didn’t think much of ’em—just small cut-offs, probably waste. But despite being called scrappy when they were younger, for the most part those kinds of comments didn’t ever bother them. Turns out, being scrappy is still a heckuva’ lot better than the fireplace.
This thing smells like the ocean… The salty, industrial ocean.
Annalee holds a six-foot golden lasso cord as she stands atop a pile of retired porch planks… Her Water Tower Red dimmer switch ignites a gentle campfire glow, revealing a midnight grove of cacti amid a cozy pebble desert. As daylight fades, she’s conquered the Wild West and captivated your dreams.
California’s badass—rockin’ since the eighties.