I remember it clearly. It was 1985-86 & my mate brought his brothers copy of Subway Art to school & I was hooked. I was always into drawing/cartoons & couldn’t believe what they were doing on trains in NYC & instantly started drawing pieces & trying to imitate those kings.

2. How would you describe your style and who were your influences?

My style was public. I wanted it to be readable, weather you flying past on a train or you were standing 50m away. I had many aliases & use to play around with different styles & letter combinations. I wasn’t really influenced by any one writer but more graffiti as a whole.

3. What was the Sydney graff scene like during the 90's?

It was a fucking crazy time & so much fun, we all just ran amok. Black market in Redfern had a monthly hip hop night that was always stacked with writers & a massive night, many a drunken mission started from that place.

I feel the 90’s were a pretty influential time for the Sydney graffiti scene as the start & finish of the 90’s were a completely different story. In the start there were no mobile phones or internet & there was a lot of shit paint, or the good paints like tuxan & touch up’s were small & caps were hard to come by as lot of paints used chisel tips. Then by the end of the 90’s everyone had a phone & there was a massive amount of quality paint & a lot specifically made for graffiti & a wide selection of caps & the internet was loaded with graffiti from all over the world. This also led to a new way people were getting up, online. People could now get seen by the masses without having to battle with the buff.

4. Do you have a good chase story?

Yeah I got a crazy one!!

Back in 97 all us MainLine boys (Clue,Hoot,Kies,Banos,Muddles,Hense & myself) had planed on doing a whole car, it was going to be a fucking massive top to bottom ML & a top to bottom character at the end. Now at this point I am not sure if any double decker whole cars had been done & if there had, then they were as rare a rocking horse shit & there we’re definitely no 2 letter block buster whole cars. We spent weeks racking paint & storing it, we stashed ladders in the yard as these were not on platforms or in tunnels.

It was a daytime yard & we rocked in ready, we noticed the ladders were gone, not a good sign so a quick huddle to work out what to do. I know I had a bad gut feeling (& not just the hangover) & I fucking bet everyone else did to, but the adrenaline was pumping & no one wanted to be the one to call it off. So we hobbled together some crates & bins to stand on. At one stage we had people on otto bins with others on their shoulders to get to the top, I still don’t know how we didn’t break our necks or stack it. Anyway we were ripping in & about 3/4 through, long enough to get slightly comfortable as I was expecting a chase early on. 

Then all fucking hell broke loose! Cop cars came flying in & people scattered everywhere. It was fight or flight time & I took flight & was off scaling barbed wire fences like they were nothing with that massive adrenaline burst you get when a raid happens. Well I made it over several fences & hid, I couldn’t see or hear anyone around & figured I had lost them or they chased others in another direction, so I managed to get up on top of a shipping container next to the river & laid there for a few minutes working out my next move as I was still not out of danger. Then I remember hearing a loud noise, like something out of a war movie, the fucking police helicopter comes over the trees & right on top of me & yelling at me via their speaker. Fuck me I was on the run again, out of ideas I ran out the main gate. At this stage about 4 security were running in & as flight hadn't worked I thought I’d try fight. So I grabbed a pipe & went them, not my smartest move as I was out numbered & they pined me to the ground until the cops got there. I was done & had just added assault to my list of impending charges. 

So I was eventually taken to the cop shop (after about a hour) & as I was being led down the hall we past a interview room, when I looked inside I saw all the other boys in there sitting on the floor & the floor was soaking wet. I remember asking the cops with me if they had pissed themselves, as I was led away. I later found out that they all decided to take a swim across one of Sydney’s most polluted rivers (well at least one of them couldn’t swim & was dragged across) & they also found out the hard way there was no escaping the chopper. They were promptly picked up on the other side of the river.

I still don’t know why, but that day we all walked away with fines & no charges. I was kept a few hours longer & they kept threatening me with assault charges but for some reason let me go with just fines too. I was never so happy to get fined as then, as I didn’t need more charges going to court.

A few of the boys were in a cab heading home when they stopped at a level crossing for a train, then it rolled past, not completely finished, but fucking massive & still impressive. That was it’s one & only trip, straight to the buff.

5. Any plans on making a comeback?

In the words of LL Cool J, “ don’t call it a comeback, I been here for years” haha. 

But seriously I think once a writer, always a writer & any writer who has been out of action for years would gladly have a crack again if the opportunity arose. As I had a lot of run ins with the law in the early days & was even raided by the GTF which led to me being dragged through the courts for over a year, would love to go back & do it again with what I know now. But the scene has moved so far ahead I couldn’t keep up with the quality that is being done these days.

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