Once upon a time, the City of San Francisco gave birth to a 3-headed beast named Tommy Guerrero. From a very young age, the kid could skateboard up walls and down hills like no one else. He played in punk rock bands well before he could even get into clubs legally. And he displayed artistry that few folks ever achieve.
At 41, the guy's resume reads like a dream: Bones Brigade skate team in the 80s, movie appearances, co-founder of Real Skateboards and 40's Clothing, art director for Krooked Skateboarding, and prolific recording artist"”from the "Fat Jazzy Grooves" and "Another Late Night" compilations, to albums for Mo'Wax, Galaxia, Function 8, Rush [Japan] and Quannum, T.G. has lead a full life. Tommy's music, like his graphic design, is beguilingly simple. He sounds like a guy fucking around on his front stoop, and maybe that's exactly what he is but the result will touch you down to your toes. From Mission District punkers to Shibuya-Ka hipsters his melodies dance lightly around your head while the rhythms build under your feet. His is SOUL music, made by a street kid raised on Santana and Bill Withers. With more than a little nod to the Clash and Public Enemy in there, too.