If you rode a skateboard in the 1980s, then you read Thrasher magazine. It’s as simple as that. From ‘85-‘89 I worshipped at its altar. When you’re a teenage skate punk in a very small hick town, the chance to read and learn about what the skate scene was doing in the outside world was big deal. I learned tricks, I learned style, I discovered bands, and I realized that I was far from being alone out there.
Well here we are in 2006 and Thrasher has turned twenty-five and is still going strong. I honestly don’t read it anymore, but my crippled ass can barely skate now anyways, so what are ya gonna do? The book itself is beautiful. The color, the art, the photos… it’s all still so breathtaking. The thing that set Thrasher apart was its idea that skating was more than a pastime—it’s a lifestyle—and that vibe flows throughout this tome.
What I think the book is missing is more history and stories told by those who were there. You know, some crazy shit was going on behind the scenes and I, for one, would have loved to read some of those accounts. There isn’t enough writing and the stuff that is there is kind of all over the place. In the end, I wish it was more like the Independent Trucks’ Built to Grind book that came out a couple of years ago. There was just more substance to dive into. This one still brings back the memories, though. –Ty Stranglehold (High Speed Productions)