New Web page!

That is where the magic is gonna happen from now on.
go there!

www.dannylarsen.net

I'm doing the updating and figuring-outing right now, so there's gonna be more interesting shit soon.. I wonder if I'm allowed to swear there too?

How about some pics?

Here you go, these are all from my telephone picture taking machine.
Random shots from the season.

Austria's version of 7-11, a 24-7 milk machine that will serve you fresh milk right out of a stinky barn. Good thing because Dimi gets really thirsty from wearing those pants all day.

This doesn't even need a funny caption.

Speaking of thirsty, at the Wängel Tängel contest in Austria we made Niki Korpela drink as much as he could out of this bottle in one sip. The greedy little bastard finished the whole bottle.

Before Niki drank his bottle he made a bet with Ethan. Ethan had to drink at least the same or more than Niki or else he had to pee his pants, a sophisticated game really. Well, he chugged a bottle of red wine.. He got kinda silly after that.

This is Eirik Haugo's gangsta pose, it scares white people enough to leave their wallets.

Politically uncorrect candy in Serbia, it's called African - Serbian candy you silly Serbians.

If you use a stamp while wearing an Airblaster Ninjasuit in Serbia you will burn.

After I used this toilett it flushed it self and flew away, Amsterdam airport is next level.

Dimi's backing skills are somewhat less than perfect.

Gangsta pose from Kamchatka, Russia. Fuck dogs, crabs is where it's at. Fuck snoop, it's all about Clamp Crabby Crabb, the C-r-a doubble Bizzle with his mind on the Rubel and the Rubel on his mind.

This is Satan's footprint in a church in Munich, and that's Juuso's foot in a church in Munich. They are the same size but I doubt ol' Belzebub was wearing white loafers.

Going back from Munich, Juuso was scared he pissed satan of and went a bit faster than usual.

Going to Trysil.

I'm on my way to Trysil, Norway, to do a photoshoot.
Gonna be the first day of park shooting and also the first time shooting in Norway this winter. I love to shoot in Norway, so much fun and I don't spend a fortune on phone bills each month. Who knows, I might have internet connection, that would be great.. fuck, I'm starting to sound like a fucked up record. "internet connection, internet connection",who gives a crap?
No more whinining.

Here's a pic of Ethan Morgan, Niki Korpela, some hand and me. It's from the Wängel Tängel contest in Austria were we got third (The Pirate Significuntz team that is) and I won the "best handplant award". I didn't write about it because I didn't have internet..

The baseball bat is the trophy, it's always a good idea to give too drunk people a baseball bat and alot of cash.

Keeping my promise.

I did it, I made a post today too!
This is just a preview, it's still slightly under construction.

Under construction, live pretty damn soon.

I suck

But it might change, who the fuck knows?
I have at least decided after getting shit from a burrito sales lady to try to get this thing back to life. But then again, I have promised that before, haven't I? Yes I have, and I'm likely to break my promise again as easily as the Burrito lady orders extra nachos for lunch.. Nah,kidding, I'm gonna do an effort this time. If I have internet, there will be updates.
Pinky swear.

I'm in Austria and I smell bad.

Blooooog fucking blog.
It's not like I try to suck at blogging, it jst happens. We share this USB modem that picks up internet waves right out of thin air. The problem is that it's unstable, slow and we're not able to really upload or download anything. But at least we got internet, a big upgrade from previous years.

I'm still in Austria, nothing bad about Austria but I'm starting to get pretty fed up with this country. I guess it's just because we haven't had nice weather in like one month. It's been blizzards, fog, rain, storm and a lot of other funny weather conditions that makes snowboarding kinda hard to do.

To make it even more fun, the landlord decided to cut of heating and water, so at the moment we smell bad and we're kinda cold. It's nice to sit indoors with flanel jackets on, it's like camping inside.

I've been shooting some pics lately that I planned to put up on my blog, and here are some of them.

Haugo blasting out mad ollies on mad pillows, he even stomped it, daaaaaaaaaamn!

I do methods, if you're going of big cliffs like this you better go without goggels and beanies to make it even more extreme.

Lift lines with Dutch people in skiboots is frustrating and funny at the same time.

Clem the french filmer enjoying the view in an Austrian mountain hotel.

Haugo is trying to find our cars, he had a metal detector and found it eventually.

Haugo takes trains and hydrates himself, he doesn't like us watching though.


Kalle trying to find out where the kicker and landing is, not easy in a blizzard.

Dimitri and Monika.

Our view right before Stephan Maurer drove into Dimitri.

This dude is a bit too gay, even for a hairdresser sculpture. Nothing wrong with gays though, but there's a lot wrong with this guy.

Kalle is pissed off at the coconut, coconuts are hard to open.

Stab stab stab!!

Or just go for caveman style, smash!

I'm gonna buy this.

Hey!

Soooooo.. been a long time.. drinking some beers with good friends Kalle(who`s not drinking cause he`s driving), Justin, Claudia (Burritos el differente), Carlos (famous for face expressions) and his roommate Babsi.
I promised freddie five finger to do an update so I did..
I`m gonna try to do this more often now..
Blogging is hard in a country that is internet challenged.

Muy bueno, quanta costa cerveza senorita? Putas botas naranjas! Culo!

Out of the internet desert.

Finally!
I'm out of web Sahara.
Holy fuck, how hard is it to get with the program and just have wifi around?
I'll write something interesting soon, but now I'm too tired.

"Only pussies wear socks" - Kevin Winkel, Philosopher.

powder

We got about 1 meter of snow (about 3 feet if you don't work with the metric system) in the last 24 hours, it's basically like swimming in cold white water with a snowboard and goggels.. it works but it's weird and hard.
Not complaining though.

I'm in Austria

I miss the earth, I miss my wife.

Back from Serbia

I'm sitting in Carlos Blanchard's appartment in Innsbruck now, listening to his rock n roll collection, he got some good music for sure and people who know him should learn a bit from that digital music collection of his. It's snowing outside and I'm stoked that yesterday is just that, yesterday. Even though today is Friday 13th, there's no way it can beat Thursday 12th. But let's start with Wednesday.

It was our last day riding in Serbia and we were supposed to put on a second pro show in the slopestyle. The cool thing though is that it started snowing like hell. It didn't take long before the whole slope was covered in a fluffy pow blanket. There was no way we could get enough speed for the kickers so we built a small stepdown on the knuckle of the big jump and had a powder session. I have never been to a more fun comp/event than that. People were going nuts over 3's, pow slashes and frontflips. We finished the day with a big party with two DJs that are famous, don't really know why they're famous though, if that's good DJ'ing I think there's good money to be made for anyone with a turntable. After a DJ named Goldie had done a pretty good job trying to rape my ears, Carlos and I decided we couldn't handle it anymore, so we went to bed, our ride to the airport was at 8 o'clock the next morning.
And here is where the cursed day of Thursday the 12th start.

- We got a slow start because the cars were frozen shut, we all had to climb in to the van through the drivers seat, not a big deal but just slightly annoying.

- We start driving, the riders in a van and our boardbags in a pick up truck. After 15 minutes the pick up crashes with another car in a left turn. The tracks in the snow shows that the other car was clearly over in the left lane and it should be easliy to get the papers done. While they call the cops and try to figure it all out we start driving for the airport because we got a flight to catch and we're slightly behind schedule (Carlos and my flight that is, the others had later flights).

- We drive for another hour, still no sight of the pick up with our board bags when suddenly our car starts slowing down and our driver starts to swear in Serbian and German. Our car was moving like a drunk on a pogo stick and we had no idea what was wrong. We called the car rental and they wouldn't be able to help us out in at least 1.5 hour. With that added time to our travel, there was no way Carlos and I would catch our flight. No big deal though, the rental car company would have to pick up the tab and we could get an evening in Belgrade and a flight the next morning, we were actually a bit stoked taht we were gonna see the Caiptol of Ex-Yugoslavia.

Here we are stuck somewhere in the Serbian Country side, Heinz Löhle and Clement the Pirate Filmer are stoked.

This is Carlos' reaction to the van breaking down somewhere in the Serbian countryside.

- After an hour the pick up truck comes with all our board bags, turns out they were stuck with the cops for over an hour. The cops tried to play some tricks on them since the other guys involved were locals, locals stick together you know. They were about to get royally screwed over when Marko, the arranger of the whole event just called his buddy who happens to be the chief of police in the area, suddenly the cops were a bit more willing to help the out-of-towners out. They even agreed to fill out the neccesairy forms to report the accident.

- Carlos and I jumped in to the pick up truck as we speed away trying to get to the airport in time. Not an easy mission when you have to go about 200 km's in 1 hour. Marko was even trying to see if it there was any way he could hold back the plane for some time, you just got to love his optimism.

This is Carlos expression when we suddenly see the broken down van pass us on the left in about 300 km/h. The car had magically started to work 10 minutes after we had left and they had been driving like crazy to catch up with us. We decide that the van is going to take us to the aiport faster than the pickup.

- We change cars again, Carlos and I now jump in to the van that can easily drive too fast for the for the snowy conditions.

Carlos get's tired from changing cars all the time. Jocki is tired from partying.

- There is no way in hell we're gonna make our flights now, but we can still make the other guy's flights.. If the Van hadn't broken down again. We were still about 1 hour away from the airport when the piece of shit rental car fucking died again. This time it didn't start after being shut of for 15 minutes.

This is what Carlos thinks of the car breaking down the second time.

- Luckily the car broke down right next to a gas station , so we were drinking some coffee and eating chips for a while when we got a call from the rental company telling us that they wouldn't be able to get us a new car right away, so we had to wait for another hour, now 3 of the other guys had officially lost their flights too.

Carlos get's the news about us having to wait another hour for the new car.

- The new car arrive, we get a call from Marko the arranger and he tells us that Carlos and I have a new flight, it's 5 hours later than our original flight and we should be able to make that flight easily. We're not going to see Belgrade after all but at least we have a flight.

Carlos had to change cars again and got sleepy, Clement also got sleepy.

- We drive to Belgrade without any problems, except that the two remaining riders lose their flights as we hit a traffic jam.

- We are stuck in traffic and our driver from the rental car company from hell isn't paying attention to the traffic, so we crash with the car in front of us... Luckily we were going slow, so nothing happened, just slowed us down another 10 minutes, it's now starting to look a bit dark for our re booked flight too.

This is what Carlos looks like after our second crash of the day.

- The traffic jam suddenly loosens up and we get to the airport in time. We try to check in, and this conversation takes place.

Rude airport dude: "We have a problem, you guys are late, you're fucked."
Us: "But we re-booked our flights, it's all taken care of"
Rude airport dude: "No"
Us: "I'm pretty sure it is, we called and took care of it a couple of hours ago, can't you just check again and help us out?"
Rude airport dude: "No, you guys don't have any tickets, it's not my problem"
Us: "Pretty sure you're wrong, could you please talk to Marko over there"
Marko The arranger to the Rude airport dude: "bla bla bla in Serbian"
Rude airport dude: "OK guys, here are your tickets"
Me to Carlos "What the fuck just happened?"
Carlos: "No idea"

And then we checked in without any trouble at all, didn't pay any overweight and we were personally escorted to the bulky luggage check-in by a nice lady.
I have no idea what Marko told that guy, but with a few seconds of magical Serbian talk and there wasn't a problem in sight.

Jocki Köfler and Clement managed to catch their flight after all due to a 2 hour delay, the skier dudes managed to get new tickets with out too much hassle and Heinz Löhle ended up on the same flight as us thanks to a lot of magic Serbian talk from Marko.

"Hey Carlos, what do you think the rest of the day will bring?"

What a fucking interesting trip, hope you bothered to read all of this.
Thanks everyone in Serbia, you guys rule.

Aloha from Serbia

Sitting in the reception of our hotel in Kapaonik, Serbia. It's snowing like hell outside and I'm a bit bummed that the breakfast buffet ran out of coffee too early. But it's all good, the hotel got small cafes all over the place and getting a nice cup of coffee will set me back about 1 Euro or something like that.
Serbia is a lot different than I thought it would be, even though we hear stories about landmines in the back country and a Tomahawk missile hitting the top of the mountain a couple of years ago, I have nothing but good stuff to say about Serbia. This place is so much fun. Good and greasy food (damn greasy actually, going on a diet when I get back home) and friendly people. They play a lot of techno music though, luckily I have developed an effective defense system for that, my ears usually block it out right away.
But speaking of music, we did a demo show yesterday. Usually on events like that they play music that pisses me of and makes sure that I'm everything but stoked to drop in. It's kinda like going to a wedding and the only music they play is depressive Emo crap, just doesn't work. But here they actually played metal, so fucking cool! Dropping in to Ratamahata by Sepultura beats dropping in to some lame electronica bullshit any day.

Serbia

Going to Serbia tomorrow.
Yet a country I know absolutely nothing about. Serbia, serbia, serbia.. I've been there once before, but only on the highway at nighttime driving from Bulgaria to.... er... Slovenia maybe? I'm bad with geography.
This is gonna be fun.

My buddy Ludschi told me to put in a picture on this blogpost, but I got no relevant pictures.
Here's a drawing my friend Freddie Five Finger drew for me.

This drawing scares me quite a bit, not a guy you wanna meet at night for sure.. Not at daytime either I guess. Artwork by Freddie Five Finger.

Austrian hospital trip

Long time since the last blog post, it haven't exactly been easy getting stuff out. I'm now on a internet connection that makes a dial-up seem like the future of communication technology.
I'm in Austria and I'm shooting, trying to milk whatever is left of the last snowfall. We managed to get some decent looking kickers and got some cool tricks down. The bad part about the kicker is that they are taking out our riders like drunk flies. In 2 days 2 of our riders had to go to the hospital, Teo Konttinen even had to be picked up by helicopter. We were worried he had fucked himself up seriously and it didn't get better when he managed to utter "I think I have broken my back". Turned out the back wasn't broken after all and he's walking now, it takes him about 2 minutes to get out of bed but at least it's nothing serious. I guess he just got himself the mother of all bruises.
Osa, one of the Russian Pirate riders, overshot a kicker today and dislocated his shoulder. He got his arm in a sling but he's smiling, takes more than a dislocated shoulder to take a Kamchatkan bear out. Fingers crossed for tomorrow, hope that that will be the last hospital visit for our crew this trip.

Jib Trip

Back from the jib trip with the Russians. Yet again we were bitch-slapped in the face by plus-degrees. The temperature had transformed the snow in to a crusty layer of white wetness. We did manage to get some shots though. Filming jibs is fun because you never have to hike more than a couple of meters and the landing doesn't get fucked up if someone fucks up and land on some body parts in stead of the board. The problem with jibs though is that they tend to be hard on knees, and they gave my knees a little beating the other day. No biggie though, just a small owie that let's me take a couple of days off. Landing flat from house drops is so lame, have to stop doing that and try to hit the landings in stead.

This is what Russians do at house parties, Roshambo where the loser gets a little smack on the forehead, it's very classy.

Passing the Russians on the highway, classy.

Forest wallpaper, Lev is a wolf, aoooooooo

Travelling

As you might have understood, we have started shooting for next years Pirate Movie Productions project. This of course means a looooot of time on the road. Been up since 6.30 this morning packing, finishing up on emails and thinking "man, I could at least have slept another 30 minutes".
I'm heading toward Germany or Czech republic, not quite sure actually, but I'm traveling with a bunch of Russians so I don't really care anyway. Russians are funny, they have promised to teach me some Russian on this trip and I'm looking forward to it. Who knows if this trip is going to be another inter-njet trip or if we gonna tumble over some free Internet laying about. Hopefully I'll be able to do some updates, because those Russians are damn funny. Oh! Dmitri just woke up, time to go.. No wait, his first words this morning was "maybe we shouldn't go", not exactly sure why but I guess it was just his need of saying strange things that kicked in.

Vote for us!

Do us a favor and visit this link to vote for our film as the European Video of the Year.
In case you suffered a blow to the head and forgot the name of our film it's "Overseas".

do it.
You need to scroll down on the page to get to the nominees.

Yet another contest

I've been busy, really busy. Been shooting with pirates down in Italy and we haven't been blessed with internet connection for over a week. So if it's not my fault, I'm not gonna feel bad for not updating. That makes sense, right?

What you can do though, in stead off thinking that Italy story was a lame excuse, is to enter a web page which is magically linked through the pic below and enter the king of S.N.O.W contest to win some sick K2 Auto bindings. Those bindings are so sick, thumbs up from other pros riding for other companies (so naturally no names being mentioned here, gonna keep this classy) who tried my board for sidesliping inruns in the spaghetti backcountry.

The trick you have to copy is a frontside bardslide to fakie (not this pic though, that's a fs tail wheelie rocker binding cozy slash with a sweet mustasche, but I guess you knew that already), you can easily pull that off and win those bindings.

Danny vs Lanny Update

Looks like we got some good contestants out there, the guys from Luzern are killing it! Go to the contest site by clicking that fantastic web banner and you'll get to take a little looksie.

Serious Athlete

I'm starting to become a really serious athlete. Up at 4 AM, jog for 2 hours, protein shakes, personal trainer, heavy carb diet, special sport shrink to help me achieve my goals, coverage in newspapers.
Everything listed here is a stinking lie, except for one thing. If you know Norwegian you can read the story, if you just like to look at pictures in foreign newspapers you can also do that by clicking the pic below.

"Himmelsk arbeid" means "heavenly work", and yes it is, it's all biblical and shit.

ESPN CRIBS!

Just got a link from Tracy Anderson, snowboard Honcho over at ESPN.
Before my girlfriend gets too embarrassed I would like to say that we have redecorated the whole apartment, it doesn't look like a frat house hit by hurricane anymore. There's still just as many skulls though.. I like skulls.

too busy

Too busy to write a real post, I'm learning to play the harmonica.
Check this out in stead.

New Years Resolution

As a new years resolution, I will promise to read and check my blog posts before I post them. We might see a slight improvement when it comes to grammar and stuff like that. Emphasis on the "might"-part by the way, I'm Norwegian, don't expect too much.

* Grammar check for this post: Maybe OK. *

"I don't give a fuck what you wear"

There's a bunch small pricks out there that feel that it's necessary to make a fucking big deal about what other people wear on the hill. It's so damn retarded I'm gonna let Bradshaw tell you about in stead.
I used to hang out with Bradshaw back in the days by the way, that's one cool dude. No wait, he's one thugged out G, ya heard, wit doze pantz he gotz to be ghetto yo.
Fuck, just making fun of the whole clothing style discussion with that stupid comment made my morals hurt. It must be morally painful being so ignorant.

Check out Bradshaw's interview on twsnow.com

Pirate Web Log Scandinavia!

The Pirates posted a web log about our annual Scandi spring trip.
I always look forward to that trip, it's so good to shoot at home, just the fact that you understand what everyone is saying is a fucking great. In addition to being to be "back home" (when you spend so much time abroad you start to include all of Scandinavia as home, I guess it's our viking blood kicking in) we also end up finding a bunch of sweet spots so it's usually also a very productive trip.
To be honest I'm already looking forward to do this trip again this year and it's only the beginning of the season, hope we'll get a lot of snow this year too. Well anyways, check it out,

Pirates in Sweden and Norway.