I skated four days last week and yesterday. It's been that way for twenty-three years.
What Duane Peters was doing in 1979 was edgy. If you look back on his footage form that period, there's a recklessness with his skating that was a mark of distinction, let alone taking into consideration the legendary Thrasher acid drop cover he had or how he'd intentionally hang up on coping (disaster) -- which if you skate you'll know is counterintuitive. He was fucking great and I don't even like pool skating (I grew up skating street). If you can't contextualize that footage, you won't get it.
Duane didn't transition out of skating during the early '80s industry bust. Most people did. He was a skateboarder. When the vert boom took over in '86, he couldn't be bothered to keep up with the Variflex robots and kept skating like it was 1979. When skating went bust again in the early '90s, he kept doing the same thing. What would you've expected? The skateboard industry often makes the music biz look good. It's indifferent to your well being (including getting an education) and the moment your body gives out, you're done. Couple that with American (non-existent) healthcare and (until recently) an industry that went boom and bust every five-to-ten years. A lot of people got lost in the shuffle. Drug abuse, suicide, prison and homeslessness. I've been around this for the majority of my life. I've seen generations come and go.
I'm not interested in what Duane Peters doesn't know. I'm interested in that Upland footage.