Meet the crew

BASS CREW

From left to right...Rocco, Emo Edie, Gill, and Andrew.

We met Gill at a retention pond in North Carolina and instantly bonded over shredding gnar.

Emo Eddie started hanging out with us 'ironically' and kind of never went away.

We helped Rocco get his paw unstuck from a dumpster lid. Now he keeps talking about owing us some kind of raccoon life debt.

Andrew is just a rad-dad doing rad-dad things. This man eats ibuprofen and Metamucil for breakfast, and pisses red white and blue.

Check out their bios below!

Gill

The official mascot of BASS. Has spent the last two years mastering a move he calls the 'flop-shove-it'. Peaked in 2004. Gill swears he almost went pro, but he got hooked on the wrong bait. Now he spends his days lurking around local skate parks asking people to watch his kickflips, listening to Sum 41, and complaining that his skinny jeans are drying out his scales. He refuses to wear shoes because "you can't feel the board, bro," but mostly because they don't make Vans for webbed feet.

Rocco


Self-proclaimed dumpster sommelier and raccoon fashion icon (seriously, this plaid is vintage). Spends his days judging the quality of your leftovers and his nights perfecting his "too cool for trash" glare. Currently avoiding a bath and any form of actual work. His life motto? "If it's edible and within reach, it's mine." Hates mornings, loves half-eaten pizza crusts, and tolerates humans as long as they drop snacks and shred Gnar.

Emo Eddie


Emo Eddie is a North American Angsty Goose. Eddie is a goose who firmly believes his life is a tragedy, even though his biggest problem is that someone once looked at him funny. He spends his days brooding in his dark hoodie and ripped jeans, listening to My Chemical Romance on loop. He claims his skeleBass t-shirt is a deep metaphor for the impermanence of life, but really, he just likes how it matches his soul. He's deeply misunderstood and constantly "so done" with everything, especially bread crumbs that aren't organic. Favorite activity: Standing in puddles and sighing loudly.

Andrew

Andrew is the Chief Lawn Officer of this quarter-acre kingdom. He wears double eye protection because you can’t put a price on safety, and the earmuffs are mostly to drown out Cocomelon. The cargo shorts are for maximum utility; the New Balances are for elite comfort. His cooler is labeled "Dad Water," which is code for a 7.5% ABV Hazy IPA that tastes like pine needles and regret. A rad dad doing rad dad things. He doesn't know what "rizz" is, and is too tired to ask. Don't even get this guy started on how sick his kickflip was back in highschool...