19/01/2011 | by Tom Copsey
For those of you across the globe who get all jazzy on the 24th, may we wish you a Merry Christmas, invite you to sit on our Santa-suited knee by the fireside and listen to our boozy ramblings of what went down in snowboarding in the month of May. Now get us another brandy would you, son…
The Numbskull teaser has the dual honour of being the both the first teaser of the month and having one of the most gruesome shin gashes we’ve seen committed to film – actually maybe skip that one if you’re eating… Snowboarders, like the majority of the world’s citizens, are still grounded by Iceland’s troublesome anus, but for the K2 guys it’s a blessing in disguise as they get the chance to shralp Euro mountains some more, and there’s yet more good news on Kevin Pearce‘s recovery from his horrific accident as not only is he released from hospital, we get to hear him talk about his progress for the first time. Staying stateside, the Grenade Games wraps up it’s several days of debauched funtimes and seriously non-competitive competitiveness and we have the highlights, which you can watch here so we can neck some more moonshine.
Once again, Felix Urbauer and the Head team combine to drop another webisode that we’d be bored of referring to as slick if they weren’t so slick, this time from the U.S and A, while we have a chinwag with Herr Gigi Rüf about his at-the-time mysterious 9191 project. Torstein Horgmo reaffirms our suspicions that he’s stupid good on a snowboard with his Camp of Champions edit from the previous summer, and staying on a Norwegian tip we’re sad to hear that Factor Films, them dudes that brought you awesome movies like Notes and They Came From… had closed the door on their time as a snowboard movie-making outfit. It’s not all doom and gloom on the video front (or maybe in a way it is when you think of the implications), as Tim Humphreys spunks 350 bucks on a GoPro, shreds Mammoth for a couple hours and cuts together this gem.
Staying Stateside, Snowboarder’s sick Superpark session sees some severely spanking slams, and this hack wins a bet with himself that he couldn’t alliterate over 10 words. Son, more brandy! Eero Ettala becomes the latest to hitch a ride on Planet Sports’ happy bus, and in other ‘Ehr-Ro’ sounding news Ero One Films release the first teaser for their movie, Voila, which is not only rather good but they use an Edith Piaf tune which, also rather good, works really rather trés bon. A bunch of dudes in Portland or somewhere equally hip, going by the name of COMUNE, release their teaser for the longest-named snowboard movie in the history of the genre – Black Holes and Invisible Forces Bending Time Through Particle Deformation Creating Infinite Freedom in the Garden On The Moon. Despite their blatant self-dating, it’s nothing special. What is pretty special is Nils Arvidsson coming within a gnat’s whisker of landing the first ever triple cork, which we would have embedded here had Halldor Helgason‘s knuckle handspringer not been the best thing ever done on a snowboard in the history of space, time, the universe and everything. Click play and prepare to be dazzled.
Hard as it is to top that, Eero Ettala recaps his season in a nice bite-sized portion which ain’t too shabby including, as it does, perhaps the best slopestyle run ever amongst other nuggets of shred gold, while COMUNE release their second teaser which we don’t get. We give birth to This Year in Snowboarding‘s snotty little brother, This Week in Snowboarding, and the TTR release their plans for global domination, involving sharks with lasers, a lair in a volcano and a pussy cat to stroke. Or was it the Snowboarding World Championships? That’s almost all for May, folks, but there was enough time for Northern scamp Jamie Nicholls to release an end-of-season highlights reel, which just might have got our Fist of Nuff Embed had Niki Korpela and Ethan Morgan‘s minishred session not made us laugh so hard some wee came out. Here it is…
And that was May. We shall now recommence drinking the Christmas cheer and be back with a hungover vengeance on the morrow to rain nostalgic vomit all over June. Till then.