Minneapolis, Minnesota It’s been a little quiet on the bodydmpers.com front this week. I apologize for that. It’s not from a lack of contributions I assure you. Our eager street team has been keeping up their end of the deal with submissions. I have been spending time with my life coach and mentor. He has suggested intense sessions of mindfulness therapy, coupled with a soy milk enema regimen. I should be going out of body by mid afternoon on Friday if it all works out. With that said, I would like to welcome the great state of Minnesota to the ultimate stage for sheet metal and big trunks. Sam Case, a student at the University of Minnesota, snapped this for us on his way to class. It is a early to mid 1960’s Cadillac. I have been seeing so many Cadillacs lately. It’s certainly one of the more prevalent Dumpers in the world today. The rust pattern on this whip is great. clearly the product of some harsh Midwestern winters. Although this car is in pretty great shape. It’s straddling the line of classic car and Body Dumper. But my guess is it belongs to a collegiate eccentric uninterested in automotive resoration. So it spins out of control in to the arena of Body Dumper. The light dusting of snow is a delicate and unique touch. It’s our first glimpse of deep winter sickness. The light snow coupled with the blanket gray makes for a cozy Midwestern landscape. The ominous BD with a missing hubcap, completes our winter canvas with a splash of mystery.

Minneapolis, Minnesota

It’s been a little quiet on the bodydmpers.com front this week. I apologize for that. It’s not from a lack of contributions I assure you. Our eager street team has been keeping up their end of the deal with submissions.

I have been spending time with my life coach and mentor. He has suggested intense sessions of mindfulness therapy, coupled with a soy milk enema regimen. I should be going out of body by mid afternoon on Friday if it all works out.

With that said, I would like to welcome the great state of Minnesota to the ultimate stage for sheet metal and big trunks. Sam Case, a student at the University of Minnesota, snapped this for us on his way to class. It is a early to mid 1960’s Cadillac. I have been seeing so many Cadillacs lately. It’s certainly one of the more prevalent Dumpers in the world today.

The rust pattern on this whip is great. clearly the product of some harsh Midwestern winters. Although this car is in pretty great shape. It’s straddling the line of classic car and Body Dumper. But my guess is it belongs to a collegiate eccentric uninterested in automotive resoration. So it spins out of control in to the arena of Body Dumper. The light dusting of snow is a delicate and unique touch. It’s our first glimpse of deep winter sickness. The light snow coupled with the blanket gray makes for a cozy Midwestern landscape. The ominous BD with a missing hubcap, completes our winter canvas with a splash of mystery.

3 months ago

Body Dumper Track for week of March 29, 2010

“Chase” composed by Giorgio Moroder is this week’s BD anthem. It appeared in the film “Midnight Express”. The year was 1978. The US was balls deep in an energy crisis, Ozzy was no longer in Black Sabbath, and disco ruled the airwaves. The world was in a place of unfamiliarity. The 1980’s loomed like a diabetic in the candy aisle. But even with all this uncertainty, the Body Dumper remained part of the American ethos. In fact, the late 70’s may be the most monster era for the Dumper. Sick disco parties in all major cities provided a playground for the hedonist. And the BD was there for every late night after party, drug run, and roller skating sesh.

4 months ago
Los Angeles, California This is the Frankenstein Dumper I referenced in a previous post. It was submitted a while back by Peter. I wanted to re-post it for a few reasons. It needs to be taken off the shelf and exposed again. It was in contention for Dumper of the year in 2009. Finally, it is a worthy opponent to Ed Smith’s cobweb Dumper. The name Frankenstein applies to the midsection of this BD. It looks like a station wagon was severed in two, then the middle part of a limousine was added to the mid-section. How else could that happen? I don’t think it was just a limo. I’ve never seen a limousine station wagon. Needless to say it’s unreal. It’s a hotel on wheels, and a mobile morgue all in one. The possibilities are endless. It’s important to mention that I have an association with the Frankenstein moniker. It was a hot SoCal summer day and I was sweating balls per usual. I attempted a push toward healthy living so I thought a walk to Carl’s Jr. would be better than a drive. On the walk home, my shirt started showing puddles. I was cooking so bad, I had to hustle. All those Target shoppers on La Brea were going to be pointing and laughing. So as I made my way east on Santa Monica, I passed one of the “girls” who works the area. She was a transexual prostitute with sprinter thighs and wider lats than me. I gave her a startled up and down glance which was not well received. (Let me just say I was not looking my best either. I was reeling from a shitty haircut, and water retention had worked its way in to my daily routine). She looked at me and said : “Mothafucka you look like Frankenstein!” I made it home safely and without incident.

Los Angeles, California

This is the Frankenstein Dumper I referenced in a previous post. It was submitted a while back by Peter. I wanted to re-post it for a few reasons. It needs to be taken off the shelf and exposed again. It was in contention for Dumper of the year in 2009. Finally, it is a worthy opponent to Ed Smith’s cobweb Dumper.

The name Frankenstein applies to the midsection of this BD. It looks like a station wagon was severed in two, then the middle part of a limousine was added to the mid-section. How else could that happen? I don’t think it was just a limo. I’ve never seen a limousine station wagon. Needless to say it’s unreal. It’s a hotel on wheels, and a mobile morgue all in one. The possibilities are endless.

It’s important to mention that I have an association with the Frankenstein moniker. It was a hot SoCal summer day and I was sweating balls per usual. I attempted a push toward healthy living so I thought a walk to Carl’s Jr. would be better than a drive. On the walk home, my shirt started showing puddles. I was cooking so bad, I had to hustle. All those Target shoppers on La Brea were going to be pointing and laughing. So as I made my way east on Santa Monica, I passed one of the “girls” who works the area. She was a transexual prostitute with sprinter thighs and wider lats than me. I gave her a startled up and down glance which was not well received. (Let me just say I was not looking my best either. I was reeling from a shitty haircut, and water retention had worked its way in to my daily routine). She looked at me and said : “Mothafucka you look like Frankenstein!” I made it home safely and without incident.

4 months ago
Los Angeles, California There are those days in SoCal when you can’t tolerate traffic or the sacrine sheen of incredibly cheesy people. But then you get a picture message on your phone. And the best part, it was taken blocks from your house. Danny sent me this yesterday. Yeah that is a wow. A real groovy Riviera moving quickly past Danny. But he keeps his eyes open. He has a keen BD awareness that never fails to deliver. I think Danny has photo apps for his phone. Which works out perfectly here. This is what I would like all BD action shots to look like. It’s the gold standard for our street team. You feel like you are in this Riviera. This gorgeous shot taken at door level provides us with a sense of inclusion. We are not just voyeurs gawking at the mystery and intrigue. We are now part of it. And I think we all feel incredibly special as a result. Please take a lesson from this one. It’s certainly something to emulate.

Los Angeles, California

There are those days in SoCal when you can’t tolerate traffic or the sacrine sheen of incredibly cheesy people. But then you get a picture message on your phone. And the best part, it was taken blocks from your house. Danny sent me this yesterday. Yeah that is a wow. A real groovy Riviera moving quickly past Danny. But he keeps his eyes open. He has a keen BD awareness that never fails to deliver.

I think Danny has photo apps for his phone. Which works out perfectly here. This is what I would like all BD action shots to look like. It’s the gold standard for our street team. You feel like you are in this Riviera. This gorgeous shot taken at door level provides us with a sense of inclusion. We are not just voyeurs gawking at the mystery and intrigue. We are now part of it. And I think we all feel incredibly special as a result.

Please take a lesson from this one. It’s certainly something to emulate.

4 months ago
Seattle, Washignton “This dumper was spotted in Seattle’s international district, on the turf of sinister Asian types who deal in narcotics and human flesh.”                                           -BFA Seattle has just made its inaugural call back, and it’s breath taking. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this is the best Body Dumper submission I’ve ever had. No really. it rivals the Frankenstein Dumper from a year ago which I will re-post. And I think it has the edge on Reilly Brennan’s DTW Dumper. BFA passed this one along. It was snapped by his friend Ed. Thank you Ed. As soon as we receive our merchandise order I will send you BD wrist bands, t-shirts, and hot pants for your girl.   I really don’t know where to begin with this photo. It’s almost as if this was staged. It does not get any scarier or more strange. So either the scene is that monster or Ed just took a real sick photo. I will guess both. It’s almost like abstarct art really. And I keep thinking that the image is filtered through a giant spider web. At least it looks that way. Needless to say the composition is flawless. Undoubtedly, the most twisted part, is we have an abandoned Dumper in an empty building. BFA illuminated the potential for foul play. But maybe this was just a stolen whip that ended up in a terrifying building post joy ride. I would rather think of that then some “Unsolved Mysteries” episode circa ‘86. Robert Stack with morbid details about a 20 something brunette who disappears. All that’s left is her Dumper in some awful building. Bup! This submission brings to light how fortunate some of us can be. Certainly we must congratulate Ed on his presence of mind to document such a visual. But it’s almost a destiny each of us have with a particualr Dumper; something intangible and out of our control. Sometimes it’s first thing in the morning and you are too slow on the camera-phone trigger. Maybe you will hate your self less in that Wendy’s drive thru when you pull up behind a ‘67 Le Mans. Or perhaps that alternate route home will prove fruitful. Either way you can’t be envious that someone has the most proper monster sick Body Dumper submission. You have to accept your own Dumper destiny. Always maintain that awareness for big trunks and sheet metal. And in the words of Patrick Bateman…”Keep your eyes open.”

Seattle, Washignton

“This dumper was spotted in Seattle’s international district, on the turf of sinister Asian types who deal in narcotics and human flesh.”
                                          -BFA

Seattle has just made its inaugural call back, and it’s breath taking. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this is the best Body Dumper submission I’ve ever had. No really. it rivals the Frankenstein Dumper from a year ago which I will re-post. And I think it has the edge on Reilly Brennan’s DTW Dumper. BFA passed this one along. It was snapped by his friend Ed. Thank you Ed. As soon as we receive our merchandise order I will send you BD wrist bands, t-shirts, and hot pants for your girl.  

I really don’t know where to begin with this photo. It’s almost as if this was staged. It does not get any scarier or more strange. So either the scene is that monster or Ed just took a real sick photo. I will guess both. It’s almost like abstarct art really. And I keep thinking that the image is filtered through a giant spider web. At least it looks that way. Needless to say the composition is flawless.

Undoubtedly, the most twisted part, is we have an abandoned Dumper in an empty building. BFA illuminated the potential for foul play. But maybe this was just a stolen whip that ended up in a terrifying building post joy ride. I would rather think of that then some “Unsolved Mysteries” episode circa ‘86. Robert Stack with morbid details about a 20 something brunette who disappears. All that’s left is her Dumper in some awful building. Bup!

This submission brings to light how fortunate some of us can be. Certainly we must congratulate Ed on his presence of mind to document such a visual. But it’s almost a destiny each of us have with a particualr Dumper; something intangible and out of our control. Sometimes it’s first thing in the morning and you are too slow on the camera-phone trigger. Maybe you will hate your self less in that Wendy’s drive thru when you pull up behind a ‘67 Le Mans. Or perhaps that alternate route home will prove fruitful. Either way you can’t be envious that someone has the most proper monster sick Body Dumper submission. You have to accept your own Dumper destiny. Always maintain that awareness for big trunks and sheet metal. And in the words of Patrick Bateman…”Keep your eyes open.”


4 months ago
Brooklyn, New York Here is another submission by Sarah Grieb. I will have to look in the archived posts, but I think this is the first Trar/Cuck on BDs dot com. The Trar is of particular importance to my tender psychology. When I was a child growing up in Canton, Michigan I used to see a lot of them in my hood. They were usually driven by men in their late 30’s. Needless to say these Trar sightings did not inspire confidence. But I have come to respect the utility and aesthetic of the Trar. No automobile can occupy the same conceptual space. It’s a unique and easily recognized symbol of American innovation. In essence, it’s the anti Body Dumper. It does not technically have a big trunk. But it’s the delicate interplay between sedan and pick up truck that gives the Trar its legendary status.

Brooklyn, New York

Here is another submission by Sarah Grieb. I will have to look in the archived posts, but I think this is the first Trar/Cuck on BDs dot com. The Trar is of particular importance to my tender psychology. When I was a child growing up in Canton, Michigan I used to see a lot of them in my hood. They were usually driven by men in their late 30’s. Needless to say these Trar sightings did not inspire confidence. But I have come to respect the utility and aesthetic of the Trar. No automobile can occupy the same conceptual space. It’s a unique and easily recognized symbol of American innovation. In essence, it’s the anti Body Dumper. It does not technically have a big trunk. But it’s the delicate interplay between sedan and pick up truck that gives the Trar its legendary status.

4 months ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of March 22, 2010.

“Chasin’ Ladies” by Dust is this week’s BD jam. This song was released in 1971 and features Marky Ramone on drums. This was his first  band and certainly pre-dates The Ramones. He was only 16 when this album was released. Monster.

Lyrically and conceptually, this is really a song for the guys. But I have no doubt that the girls will be getting groovy too. It’s a great anthem for guys out pervin’ and swervin’. One might think of a smooshed era muscle car with a guttural sounding exhaust honking at girls. That sounds about right.

You may feel something around your ankle when listening to this one. It’s just the bass groove crawling up your left pant leg. I also suggest keeping a barf bag near by. The bass eventually gets so groovy (particularly in the outro) that you may puke. The drums are tight and the leads are proper monster sick. I have had many rock ‘n roll fantasies with this song…side zip ankle boots, tight jeans, muppet shag hair. This this is one of the sickest jams I know of. It is simple but kicks you in the face real hard.

4 months ago
Chicago, Illinois “North side holding it down. Worth it for many reasons including the plates. Snapped while driving by will go back for more.”                                                                                                     - John O. Chicago and Illinois have just made their inaugural call back. Call me back, back. If you want to ride in the back seat of a Caddy you could do it here. As much as California has adopted, preserved, and celebrated the Body Dumper, it always looks best in its native habitat. The blanket gray of Chicago’s north side illuminates the richness of that blue finish. The dormant trees and the brick/stone houses add more intrigue as well. The Body Dumper owes its genesis to the Midwest. But I don’t just mean Detroit. I’m referring to Midwestern standards of reliability, strength, and humility. Standards which do not only reflect an automotive city, but an entire region. The grace and elegance of the early 70’s Cadillac encapsulates the Midwestern sense of Stick-Man. There’s no false bravado. This is traditional square-jawed confidence with no apologies. Forget the foreign luxury and sports car of this era. This was the essence of distinction. I am having an emotional reaction to this Dumper unlike any previous. I think the “realness” of the Midwestern landscape is having an impact. The context alone is not moving but with the Dumper…it’s art. I appreciate all of our submissions and usually play favorites. But I always have equal appreciation for the efforts of our street team. However, John O. has struck a particular chord. I am deeply grateful that the spirit moved him when he saw this. My thanks to him and all others who have had their perception warped by big trunks and sheet metal.

Chicago, Illinois

“North side holding it down. Worth it for many reasons including the plates. Snapped while driving by will go back for more.”                                                
                                                    - John O.

Chicago and Illinois have just made their inaugural call back. Call me back, back. If you want to ride in the back seat of a Caddy you could do it here. As much as California has adopted, preserved, and celebrated the Body Dumper, it always looks best in its native habitat. The blanket gray of Chicago’s north side illuminates the richness of that blue finish. The dormant trees and the brick/stone houses add more intrigue as well.

The Body Dumper owes its genesis to the Midwest. But I don’t just mean Detroit. I’m referring to Midwestern standards of reliability, strength, and humility. Standards which do not only reflect an automotive city, but an entire region. The grace and elegance of the early 70’s Cadillac encapsulates the Midwestern sense of Stick-Man. There’s no false bravado. This is traditional square-jawed confidence with no apologies. Forget the foreign luxury and sports car of this era. This was the essence of distinction.

I am having an emotional reaction to this Dumper unlike any previous. I think the “realness” of the Midwestern landscape is having an impact. The context alone is not moving but with the Dumper…it’s art. I appreciate all of our submissions and usually play favorites. But I always have equal appreciation for the efforts of our street team. However, John O. has struck a particular chord. I am deeply grateful that the spirit moved him when he saw this. My thanks to him and all others who have had their perception warped by big trunks and sheet metal.

4 months ago
San Diego, California This photo comes to us courtesy of Khenny. San Diego has stepped its game up some. They are still not monster yet, although they think otherwise. Khenny was driving in the University/Normal Heights hood when she snapped this. It looks to be a Cadillac in perfect shape. Those are the best kind of Dumpers. Though some would cry foul on my foul play commenatry and say “Classic Car! Wayz!” I will say this: Khenny’s pic makes CA look even stronger than we thought it was. This is the Mecca for big trunks and sheet metal. If you think otherwise then you will have to document it. Look how monster that foreground is. I am convinced Khenny had to get on her stomach to get this angle, which you have to respect. The Palm tree and waning daylight are a tender touch as well. But then you just see those lines and that green. From this vantage point it may be the only car for miles. That’s good composition. Plus, you can just see that whip eating up 2 parking spots. This is proper use of depth and negative space. I have a feeling we will see more from Khenny.

San Diego, California

This photo comes to us courtesy of Khenny. San Diego has stepped its game up some. They are still not monster yet, although they think otherwise. Khenny was driving in the University/Normal Heights hood when she snapped this. It looks to be a Cadillac in perfect shape. Those are the best kind of Dumpers. Though some would cry foul on my foul play commenatry and say “Classic Car! Wayz!”

I will say this: Khenny’s pic makes CA look even stronger than we thought it was. This is the Mecca for big trunks and sheet metal. If you think otherwise then you will have to document it. Look how monster that foreground is. I am convinced Khenny had to get on her stomach to get this angle, which you have to respect. The Palm tree and waning daylight are a tender touch as well. But then you just see those lines and that green. From this vantage point it may be the only car for miles. That’s good composition. Plus, you can just see that whip eating up 2 parking spots. This is proper use of depth and negative space. I have a feeling we will see more from Khenny.

4 months ago
Do You Want to Join The Body Dumper’s Street Team? Just a groovy reminder to those interested in joining our street team…send all images of BDs to bodydumpers@gmail.com. We will get your pictures sorted just as fast we can. Please include your name or alias you would like, location of the Dumper, and back story on how you found it. We need to get monster with user generated content. As I mentioned before, there’s so many untapped markets remaining. In L.A. we can drive in circles and find them. It’s different on the East Coast and in the Midwest. I respect that. But I have some people out there doing great work. And I would like to see a few more.

Do You Want to Join The Body Dumper’s Street Team?

Just a groovy reminder to those interested in joining our street team…send all images of BDs to bodydumpers@gmail.com. We will get your pictures sorted just as fast we can. Please include your name or alias you would like, location of the Dumper, and back story on how you found it. We need to get monster with user generated content. As I mentioned before, there’s so many untapped markets remaining. In L.A. we can drive in circles and find them. It’s different on the East Coast and in the Midwest. I respect that. But I have some people out there doing great work. And I would like to see a few more.

4 months ago
Austin, Texas I think my re-post of Nathan Beale’s foiliage Dumper brought about good karma er sompin’. Nathan found a clue as he was making his way around Austin at SXSW. He dusted for prints but was unable to find any. So I suggested he mail the pump back to me in Los Angeles. Finding a solo pump is particularly unnerving. Makes you wonder how some poor girl (or guy dressed like a girl) lost it. I don’t think you have to be a Dumper enthusiast to suspect foul play. Let’s just hope the other one was not thrown out the window of a ‘75 LTD on Interstate 35.

Austin, Texas

I think my re-post of Nathan Beale’s foiliage Dumper brought about good karma er sompin’. Nathan found a clue as he was making his way around Austin at SXSW. He dusted for prints but was unable to find any. So I suggested he mail the pump back to me in Los Angeles.

Finding a solo pump is particularly unnerving. Makes you wonder how some poor girl (or guy dressed like a girl) lost it. I don’t think you have to be a Dumper enthusiast to suspect foul play. Let’s just hope the other one was not thrown out the window of a ‘75 LTD on Interstate 35.

4 months ago

Body Dumper Track for Week of March 15, 2010.

This week’s Body Dumper anthem comes from the 70’s pop band Blue. “I Wish I Could Fly” (1973) fully embodies morose mid 70’s Dumper culture. . In a world where many songs are defined as “Rockers” or “Weepers”, this is certainly a Weeper.

It makes me think of a failing marriage, a sick kid in a Dumper backseat, and the mother driving in to a 5PM mid January sunset. She is lamenting the inevitable return to the orange and yellow decor of her home. A lonely dinner is prepared and her husband will be predictably late. Aww…

You get the picture. As a Arthur Leigh Allen said in his most famous interview: “It’s too morbid.” That may apply here as well. However, it’s a beautiful song. And if you do not feel like dabbling in recreational depression, maybe you can just get groovy. I do really love this one  Please enjoy it.

4 months ago

San Diego is staying hard with some monster Body Dumper awareness right now. I’m very pleased. This video was suggested by Julia Wheeler. I have to admit I was aware that this existed. Back when bodydumpers.com was in the embryonic stages of development I saw this commercial. I had dreams of sharing it on “my blog” which did not yet exist.

I think Orkin is proving my point though. Often uninvited guests arrive in BDs. These roaches are so deep in foul play it’s a joke. The slow approach on the drive by is textbook. But the Dumper peel out at the end is a trademark foul play move. I must tip my hat to the director and/or writer of this one. They seem to be validating my blog garbage spew.

4 months ago
This was a Dumper me and Quayle found post brunch. It was a foreshadowing of things to come. Shit got really clown for a long time after. So clown in fact, that we did not receive nutrients again until 5 am the next morning. Which was when we walked through the Carl’s Jr. drive-thru. Bup! But never underestimate the insight given by a stripper driving a mid 90’s Chevy Impala. She was a real sport.

This was a Dumper me and Quayle found post brunch. It was a foreshadowing of things to come. Shit got really clown for a long time after. So clown in fact, that we did not receive nutrients again until 5 am the next morning. Which was when we walked through the Carl’s Jr. drive-thru. Bup! But never underestimate the insight given by a stripper driving a mid 90’s Chevy Impala. She was a real sport.

4 months ago
Marty. Swacket. Photo Courtesy of Luda

Marty. Swacket.

Photo Courtesy of Luda

4 months ago