Jake Phelps reminds me of the editor of the Daily Planet in Spiderman. He just sits there and yells at people all day: "O'Dell! I needed a cover! You call this a hammer!?" Sometimes he'd call me going, "You're sleeping at noon!? You better've been out all night with Jason Dill and the generators!" (Which would be great name for a band, btw.) I don't think I've once seen Phelps sitting at the computer answering e-mail or checking spelling--he doesn't mess with any of that shit. In fact he doesn't even have e-mail and his cell phone doesn't have voicemail. I told him I wasn't able to leave him a message once and he was like, "I don't play that shit"
People have all kinds of conspiracy theories about Thrasher. I can't count the number of times someone has told me that they're banned from the mag or been like, "I used to have a subscription to Thrasher, but Jake saw my name in the computer and deleted me." Trust me, Jake's not going through any computer lists right now. He's probably in Shanghai or Paraguay with the Hell Ride crew shralping concrete parks and passing out in snake runs.