
Duane Peters
Taking Radio Down to an All New Level
By Brian Brannon
07.28.08
With the advent of Internet radio, any bloke can DJ his or her own show. And in most cases, such ventures are a terrible thing to hear, taste or even smell from a 5-mile radius. But in the case of seminal skate punk Duane Peters, talking shop via the digital waves is an occasion worth celebrating.
You can bet your life on the fact that the FCC would never allow Peters on the actual airwaves—he uses George Carlin’s “seven words you can’t say on T.V.” as a matter of course, and sometimes incorporates all of them in one exclamatory sentence. But for those who love their punk rock pure and unfettered by Big Brother sell-outs, useless solos and Emo-poser wannabes who will never become what they wannabe, Peters’ show is an earth-splitting roar of relief—and all the more enjoyable coming through his missing front teeth.
Peters’ initiation into punk began in 1978 on a road trip to what many consider the best vert skatepark bowl ever built: the Winchester keyhole. Flying down the highway in a beat-up road machine with Dan “Mini Shred” Smith at his side, someone popped The Ramones on the radio and changed skating forever. The result was instantaneous, and Peters’ transformation into the most notorious ne’er-do-well skater that skateboarding has ever spawned had begun. Looking back on that epoch-inducing car ride, Peters proclaims, “I’ve been strung out on punk rock ever since.”
With a résumé that spans thirty years of skating mayhem, it’s a wonder that Peters is still kicking. But beneath the layers of scars, scratches, tattoos and broken teeth is a heart of gold that beats strong and lively. Rolling full-bore 100 percent of the time, Peters lives by the maxim scrawled in India ink on his battered skin: “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
Other people in other pursuits have laid claim to the title “Master of Disaster,” but Peters is the man who owns the title. From being the first skater to complete the “loop of death” unassisted, to inventing Indy airs, layback rollouts and invert reverts, to heading out on tour with a broken rib sticking out of his stomach, while skating every day and playing music every night, Peters continues to plow the road to ruin.
A typical day in his life includes surfing Rockpile in the morning, ripping apart the Etnies Skatepark of Lake Forest in the afternoon, and surfing the Huntington Beach pier in the early evening. The deeper the bowl the better for D.P., and he can regularly be seen at round wall locales such as the skateparks of Culver City and Santa Monica, as well as killing it at Lance’s, Joker’s and Punker’s pools. “I love skating and surfing and have been riding a lot,” he says. “And as always, it’s detrimental to doing time here on your planet.” And Peters has got the disfigurements to prove it…
Peters is not just stuck on the wheels. Music-wise, Peters has fronted a scattering of bands including the 151ers, and of course, The Hunns and U.S. Bombs. His influences are pure unadulterated punk rock, ranging anywhere from The Clash to The Germs to Johnny Thunders.
On the radio, Peters gabs about all the above and you can tune in to hear him from 2 p.m. till 4 p.m. every Friday on Compound Radio. But don’t take my word for it, Peters is his own best supporter, describing his new program as “good old fashioned traditional rare punk rock, as well as some bands of the recent past that hold up the bar of the same status.”
Yep, Duane Peters is good for what ails ya.
Compound Radio
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