Jambox
In this day and age everybody and their old lady has owned a
clothing line at some point in their life. Usually the “management” consists of
a duo of delusional emo kids going to school for graphic design, certain
they’re just one catchy tagline away from ultimate wealth.
Really, it’s not a bad idea. It’s an awesome way to make new friends or at least hang out with people that wouldn’t hang out with you before. It’s as simple as asking them to be on your snowboard, skateboard or wakeboard team. And if they don’t do any of those things you can always just make something up. Needless to say it takes a lot to get these old bones hyped on any type of independent clothier. Luckily for the dudes at Jambox they played a kick ass musical set one night at the local hippy pizza joint that molested the mellow buzz of the establishment’s manager. He was so disgruntled he told me they weren’t allowed to play at another engagement I had planned months before because “they were talking about getting naked and screaming to the crowd they wanted to get more naked…that’s just not our trip man.” Keep in mind this was coming from a guy whose own existence was made possible by a couple of filthy fuckin’ hippies screwing in a mud puddle at some peace protest.
Anyways, long story short I was pleasantly surprised when these guys came around and showed me a ski mask bearing the Jambox name and logo. It was the perfect combination of a having a good name, trademark and putting it on something useful. I mean ninja masks are cool and all but sometimes you just need to be able to bust into a joint, scream “YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE!” and be taken seriously.
