Everyday Rock Star Fame

Along our journey we've met and connected with really great people who can dig what we're doing. Some truly excellent folks have even helped us along with our mission by either donating, buying merch, or by sharing our adventures with others. 

This summer Climbing Magazine has even jumped on the Shred All Fear bandwagon! Whaaat? That's right! Page 20 in the August issue of Climbing Mag features an interview with your favorite interstellar rock stars; Brock & Rexxx! If you haven't already, pick yourself up a copy, take it to your favorite quiet safe place, and swoon over the fame and status of our rock star lives.

We asked our long time friends and media directors, Corbin Brady and Dakota Walz, to step in front of the cameras this time. We couldn't be more excited to have our scruffy faces in print. But what really tickles my white little hiney is that one of Corbin's photos made it in a global publication!

The only reason we asked Dakota to join was cause we felt bad asking Corbin but not him. Oh, and also because he happened to make his way into the September issue of Climbing Mag. You can read about him and our friends from Jeremy Collins Art, and MooreClimbing doing all kinds of sweet slimestone climbs beginning on page 56! 

Who would have guessed that playing around in the dessert with your best friends and making a mess of things could be so rewarding?

Party Time Climbing Mag

Forever

-Rex "BonerJamz" McKenzie

Brock "Freedom Ain't Free" Steel

Chest Billboards + Punk Rawk Patches

Do you constantly find yourself wondering, "Gee, I sure wish I had a way to express my undying love and excitement for SHRED ALL FEAR! It would be sooo great to have some way to show the world how cool they are (and me by association)" Well wish no more because we have got just the thing for you:

CHEST BILLBOARDS! 

Chest Billboards?

YES dummy, Chest Billboards!! 

They're like a giant sign that you wear on your chest all friggin week that says, "Hey I think Rex and Brock are the raddest!! And if you didn't know about SAF well, now ya know! Also I liked them waaay before they were big famous sell outs sooo, yeah..."

As if that wasn't convenient enough, they are also the brightest pink we could possibly make them without melting your eyeballs. That means that no matter weather you're 10 pitches up El Cap, mountain biking on some remote trail, or even training for the Desk Jockey Olympics you'll be flossin so hard that ALL your photos will be keepers and ALL your friends will be jealous!

What's that you say? You've already got enough t shirts? You'd rather mend old clothes than spend on new ones? Don't worry we got you dirtbags covered too! Behold, the Shred All Fear Punk Rawk Patches:

"Wow! That's so sick. I want one!!"

Also just for fun, the first 25 t shirt orders will include some kind of original artwork from either myself or the Brockinator. So, don't miss out on what could be your only chance at getting some priceless SAF pieces of ART!!! Either go to our merch page, or click the MERCH image on the side bar to get your very own piece of Shred All Fear \m/

Party Time Merchandise
Forever

-Rexxx "BonerJamz" McKenzie

¡Roca Salvaje & Nuevos Amigos!

Welp, after one of the roughest weeks in the desert we are back from Me-xee-co!

We crossed the boarder without the guards even asking for our passports or about how we got our mullets so silky and smooth. I guess trying to keep rockstars out of their country was the least of their worries. Without stopping we booked it straight to the deesert. The hand drawn map we used to find Cañon Tajo lead us awry for a few hours until we finally stumbled down the right dirt road.

We were alone in the canyon with nothing and no one for miles and miles in each direction. So, naturally we started partying. Brock stumbled upon a relic from the previous native inhabitants of the land and preceded to perform the honorary Doodly Dance that is the custom of our people.

We were completely struck by all the beauty the Mexican desert had to offer.

The very next day we made our hopeful assault on Gran Trono Blanco. We had heard the approach would be especially heinous but we could never have been prepared for the 8 hours of bush waking through green barbed monsters. Quickly, we learned, in Cañon Tajo everything wants to hurt you. No matter how pretty.

This is just one of the desert devil plants protecting the beautiful white granite. Everything wants to hurt you, they're all very good at it, and they all work together. The flowers do their best to hide the cactus spines. The loose dirt hides in thin passes between the dreaded agave. And the large white granite boulders, which are your only safe haven from the green monsters, give to your body weight and chase you down the gully.

After 4.5 hours of hiking we finally made it to the base of the East wall. With most of the day gone along with nearly all of my energy, we decided to bail on our objective and call it a day.

We would go on to make a second attempt at the Great White Throne, but on it's South face. The approach would prove to be much easier... the climbing did not even pretend to ease up. We made it half way up and decided that the blank white dome would look better if we didn't leave red streaks up and down it's old school 5.10 squeeze chimney...

When we finally made it back to camp we were surprised to find that not only were their people there, but there was a whole group of locals . They turned out to be the Tijuana Alpine Club

They were doing some self proclaimed "glamping". Which we learned means lots of wine, fish, wine, steak, and wine!!! They were all very helpful and did everything they could to make us weird aliens feel at home in their remote stomping grounds.

We also met some Gringo locals in the canyon. They have spent much of their lives traveling Baja and exploring what wild is left in the Americas.  Gregorio "GriGri", Jason, and Nikky showed us some of the canyons most beautiful and exciting secrets, shared a campfire with us, gave us crucial beta, and even let us play with their pet wolf.

Our nuevos amigos explained to us how special this place was to them and how important it has been to the freedom of adventure. Because of the lack of information out on the intrawebs the whole place is still very untamed and undisturbed. Our young eyes have been opened to the importance places like this have in the climbing world. Without the park rangers, the entry fees, paved trails, or even guided tours, places like this are some of the few to remain wild. The few that can facilitate true adventure.

Because of this we have scrapped all our footage we had shot to make a video. The photos and vague stories will stay up as some representation of our trip but do not even begin to scrape the surface of all the gnar we found in Mexico's middle ah nowhere.

Although we did not summit Trono Blanco our hearts are filled with new friendships, bellies with genuine tequila, our skin with cactus spines, and our stoke is set to overload!!

PARTIDO TIEMPO MEXICO PARA SIEMPRE

-Rex "BonerJamz" McKenzie

Brock "Freedom Ain't Free" Steel

P.S. For all the Americans afraid of getting your heads cut off:

The Mexican side of the boarder line is much friendlier than the Norte.

Yellow Stream of Victory

Today we began climbing the great mountains of Las Vegas known as Red Rocks. We started early. Not just the regular 1:30pm earthquake hang over early, but the big boy sunrise-tearing-at-our-eyelids early. We left the cozy steel towers full of hot mammas, loose slots,amps that crank to 11, and headed out for the rock towers of the desert. 

The blisters we get from our rad riffs came in handy when pulling ourselves up these crumbly cracks and flaky faces. 777 ft of amazing climbing that was even funnier than wining at the sluts. Er- I mean slots...

What a weird trip, going from partying on red velvet carpets to sumitting in the Black Velvet Canyon. Although this peak was great for playing geetar solo covers of "Viva Los Vegas", I think we can find a better, bigger, badder place to send our righteous sounds into the stratosphere. The search will continue. For now we just celebrate with a few shotgunned PBRs and a pause to mark our territory.

Party Time USA

Forever

Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie 

Arrival

We have arrived in the embassy of our home world of rockers and radness: LAS VEGAS!!  We will be spending the next few days partying, getting dirt nasty, preparing for our epic desert rock assents, and of course, shhhreding!!!!

Part Time USA

Forever

Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie

Shredding Against Hate

We got on the road a bit later than we intended (Brock was hung over and could not find his pants). But the stoke. The stoke started early.

We were only like, two hours out of our last party spot in Kansas City before we realized there was gnar to be shred.  Apparently, a nasty anus of evil had been growing in the town of Topeka Kansas. And that's like, way not cool.  This particular pool of puke is known as the West Borough "Baptist" Church or, as Brock would say; "Hate mongering anus of the three headed bigot beast from the double hell of Saturn". So, being the handsomely hairy doods we are, we decided we would stop by and lay our sick healing licks on that anus!

Glorious flowing mullets.

Intense testosterone infused mustaches. 

No pants.  

We were powerful with our thick middle fingers standing tall with righteous justice in the morning sun. We stood in the shadows of the anus as we laid down one epic, all-geetar-solo cover of "It's Raining Men". This planet had never heard anything so rad. Hearing our sonic justice piercing her black heart, the beast turned it's ugly head to us and revealed the filthiest sight known to man. Upon the sight of their leader, FuckNutz McGee, we held strong and finished our sick song. The leader of the beast was wounded badly but not yet slain. 

Before we could begin our second assault of block rockin beats, an idea struck me like the great lightning bolt of Saturn Thor. Could it be that a beast born from the cess pools of hate could not be stopped by only sick jamz and more hate? There was only one thing left we could do. Thinking quickly, I had Brock dig out all of his left over strip club ones and stuff them into the donation box at the gay pride sanctuary across the street! Seeing this, the head of abomination reeled in defeat. 

It was only 10 am. 

The day was already ours.

Soon we were back in our tour bus, The Interstellar Flying Freedom All-terrain Navigation Yacht (T.I.F.F.A.N.Y.). Within no time at all we came upon the gateway to the true land of FREEDOOOOM. 

Party Time USA

FOREVER

-Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie