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Our mate Sophie recently left Glasgow for
LA. 'Why?' you may ask. Well, we don't
know either, but while she's there, she's offered to cover the X-Games
for us. So here you have the first instalment of the Scottish take
on the X-Games, in which she decided to ask one of the biggest names
in BMX about Star Wars and breakfast choice...
I’m not good at mornings, even when it’s hot and sunny.
But there I was at 7am, heading down the choking freeways to the
Land of Fun. It was 8.15am by the time I arrived and the car park
was already busy, packed full of tired-looking parents, all looking
sick to death of being kept up all night by their over-excited kids.
I looked pretty fresh faced in comparison.
Bonus.
I was there for the opening of what is essentially
a warm-up for the X-Games. A 41-day event, leading up to The Big
One in August. They have set up a nice half pipe and Moto X area,
where the not-too-shabby Bob Burnquist and other stars will do their
thing in front of a small, adoring crowd, prior to really
doing their thing in front of a drooling audience of thousands.
It’s called the X-Games Xperience, part of Disney’s Californian
Adventure Theme Park and I tell ya, by the end of the morning, I
was ‘experienced out’ and had to go get an iced tea to
recover (there goes the budget).
So, there I was, being directed by my Disney ‘Media Host’
(we had one each, they don’t like wandering journos in Disney)
and had only just woken up when a band called Suburban Legends just,
well, I can only really describe it as 'whooped' onto the scene.
Then suddenly, as we were lumbering around, the next 'POW! Yeeeeehaa'
eight-piece band in suitable ‘sk8 punk’ attire just kinda
broke though the crowds and did an unsettlingly pop version of Californian
Skate Punk music. This included a four-piece brass section, or should
I say ‘horn experience’. They were so full of energy,
it made me uncomfortable. I mean, it’s unnatural to sing and
dance so enthusiastically at 9am. Maybe they had some of Tinkerbell’s
special order 'Fairy Dust'. Almost sinister, isn’t it …
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