Photo by Todd Walberg.
THIS RIPPED! After 8 years it’s time to place Rigsketball in our memories. 2018 was the last year of Rigsketball and we cannot thank all of you enough for being a part of this strange ripping saga of wacky-ball over the years! Thanks to the hundreds of bands who played, thanks to the homies who helped with everything from creating digital tools for us to sign up bands, to punks who put up posters, to screen printers who made shirts, to sound people who ran shows, to bands who played Rigsketball Musicfest’s, to writers who wrote about us, to video teams who documented, to music festivals who let us take over their side streets, to mothers and fathers who raised musician kids, to labels who put out our comps, to city officials who understood fun matters and let us do whatever, to local businesses who let us use their parking lots and who gave us money to keep Rigsketball free for everyone the whole time, to graphic designers and artists who made us look so cool, to graffiti artists who blasted the van all the time, to the hang-arounds who were always ready to sub in when an ankle went out, to pizza, ripping, and doing shit that does not matter! We’re sad to lay Rigsketball to rest but we’ve got plenty of memories! Much love and may you all continue to rip and care for each other for all time!
Click button below to read: "R.I.P.Sketball: The End of an Era Which Knew No Bounds" an in-depth article about the life and death of Rigsketball by Scott Osgood.