Patrick Elasik Memorial Bulletin Board

Caitlin

I used to intern at M.A. a couple years ago and would routinely share cigarettes with Pat at the round table outside the office. I never felt I knew him well but we had some nice chats for sure.

Owen Strock

Wherever Heaven is, it's got the best beaches. Surf's up, Pat. Rest In Peace

Phat Matt

Pat was one half of a team of visionaries that really changed the face of independent publishing. Patrick and Adrian's drive, and their ability to always flip the script, kept all of us on our toes. Mass Appeal was always a huge inspiration for me in creating Elemental, and it always challenged me to keep trying harder, because that's what Pat and Adrian did every time they put together an issue. Fathoming this loss has been difficult for me because it hits really close to home, and makes me realize that no matter how hard you bring it, no matter how far you have come and how many hurdles you have overcome, things can change with the blink of an eye. Pat will be sorely missed by those who were close to him, but his loss will be felt by more people than even he could have imagined. He will continue to be an inspiration to me, and his legacy will surely outlive most of us. .......................................................................For all the nights in the office that turned into mornings, for all the rude bitch-made advertising buyers, for all the times that you open that first box from the printer and smell the fresh ink, for all the great people that pass through a magazine office, and for all the people that leave an idelible impression on all of us ... thanks Pat, you really put one on me that will never fade.

Kristen Klein

Pat and I shared Algebra together back in the day in High School, I think he tried to crash my 16th Birthday Party. He was a hilarious kid, and the type of guy that I know for sure even though he hasn't seen me in years he'd still say "what up" if he saw me. My condolences to those that were close to him.

Adrian "Age" Farquharson

R.I.P. to the Big Homey Pat Elasik Keep surfing those waves in Heaven!!

James Navarrete

Pat was one stand up guy. Always open to new ideas and suggestions. He came through for you always and kept his word. Always positive and supportive. Smart, funny, real, rare, you will be missed.

Marya

Patrick and I became friends not very long ago, and believe me, it was a super rocky friendship- he was either amused by me or yelling at me depending on the day. I think we both had alot in common as far as recognizing how fucked up and hilarious the real world is compared with what we thought it was when we were kids. The last time I saw him, we had dinner with Shawna and friends and talked about surfing and centra america and lots of chill fun activities. Then he threw his hoodie on and said goodbye and walked away from me forever. Patrick I wish there was more time....

NYHC

Patrick was a friend, neighbor and fellow surfer out at Rockaway. always stoked to be in or near the ocean. He liked the taste of city lights and late nights, of summer days and bar fights but always treated a bruddah right. His smile was real. Take care, my bruddah. your memory is forever in Rockaway!

Shawna

Patrick was a superstar. He had this electric personality, and an amazing Rolling Stone heart. I thought Patrick was going to be in my life forever. I think a lot of people are feeling that way. And I, like a lot of people are struggling with feelings that he has left us with nothing but silence. But I have to keep reminding myself that he will always be with me, in my heart and mind, and that I will learn something from this, and that his life and death were not in vain. I am a different, stronger person because of Patrick, and for that I will always love him.

jennie

Last time i saw Pat was at sam and adrians wedding lookin all spiffy in his button up shirt. When i think of Pat i see his huge smile and frizzy hair. Always staring at my ... Ha! Pat now you get the best view ever .. I'm inspired by the way Pat did so much in such a short time.. i'm trying to live my life to the fullest! we'll miss you so much and never forget ya big pizat!

Alex

I'll never forget driving to the Mass Appeal office in Red Hook for the first time. I had an interview with Pat for a summer internship and I was so excited about the idea of learning about the publishing industry. I remember walking up those cold warehouse steps, shaking a little because I was nervous. When I first stepped into that unforgettable office (which would later become my second home), I was greeted by an enormous fish tank, bright beams of sunlight, and Pat, who was sitting at his desk, relaxed, hanging out, smiling. Needless to say, there was no interview. Instead, there was a grand tour of the office. When Pat asked me when I wanted to start, I answered "immediately". The rest was history. Looking back on that and the opportunities I was given at Mass Appeal over the next few years, I realize that without Pat and Adrian's creation--without Mass Appeal--I wouldn't be where I am today. Mass Appeal offered me an opportunity to see my writing published and to feel proud of my accomplishments in all aspects of magazine publishing. I am thankful to Pat for his vision, and even more so, I am eternally grateful to Pat for giving me a chance to learn, both three years ago as an intern, and last year as an employee. We'll all miss you Pat. Sleep with the angels.

dvnbnntt

REST IN PEACE PATRICK.

Jill

Honestly, I didn't know Pat very well...but I was able to hang out and meet him through Shawna and through working with Mass Appeal, and some just plain hanging out. He always had such a huge smile on his face and always treated people with the utmost respect. Pat had a great big heart, a drive and a vision to make things (like giant empty brick walls) beautiful. This is a huge loss to the creative community and he will be sorely missed. My thoughts and well wishes go out to everyone who knew him and loved him.

Naldo

I'm almost at a loss for words, I had the chance to intern at M.A. truly one of the coolest cats on the planet, a life to be celebrated for coming into ours. Rest easy Pat.

Brian Scotto

It was my first day working at Mass Appeal, and half the day had passed withot anyone from the office really saying much to me besides hello. I was standing near the kitchen table in the Red Hook office, and Pat came out.. lit up a smoke.. took a drag, and then nonchalantly said "so, you work here?" Considering there were only 7 of us in the office, i found it funny. We began bullshitting about snowboarding, we made plans to go ride one weekend.. sad we never got to. Pat, you will be missed by many and the Masses. I can still hear your one-of-a-kind laugh, and that is how I will always remember you man... laughing and having a good time.

Joanne Carolino

Some of the funnest times in my life were because I was around Pat, Adrian, and the derelict friends we shared from 1998- to present. I lost not only a close co-worker, but my homeboy- my brother. I stare at your desk daily and tears well up. But I stay strong, so I can keep your dreams alive with Mass Appeal Magazine and other business ventures. I will miss being clowned by you. I will be missed being hugged by you. I will miss telling you that I love you everyday after we had heart to heart talks. I just want to say, "thank you Pat, for giving me a chance in work and personal shit". I would not be your right hand gal here in mass appeal with out you believing and loving me. I love you so much. You are with me in spirit- always!

Christian Ablang

P. I'll miss talking to you. I'll miss hanging w/ you. Be good up there, keep on laughing and save me a seat at your table when I arrive.

saymo

I picked up my first copy of Mass in sumptin like 2001 in a little bookshop down here in SW Florida, and I fell in love, I'm sorry to hear of the loss of Patrick Elasik. My condolences go out to his friends and family. I just want to Thank Pat, the other founders and staff of Mass Appeal for such a great vision!

David Beer

Patrick and I grew up together in McLean and went on to remain friends until the day he died. This is truly the closest friend I have ever lost and an incredibly difficult situation for eveyone who knew him. I have so many great memories of Patrick, he and I would follow hurricanes in high school looking for the best waves. He would always go out no matter if it was too big. I send out my deepest condolences to his family, his friends at Mass Appeal, and all of the neighborhood in McLean who remember Patrick. I love you brother, see you someday.

DAVE DENIS

WE CAUGHT SOME EPIC WAVES TOGETHER....I'LL CATCH A FEW FOR YOU PAT...YOUR PRESENCE WILL BE MISSED OUT IN THE LINEUP...RIP HOMIE

Laura

you were a wonderful person. miss you lots.

matt miller

Pat, you are the man. On Earth or in Heaven, you have left your spirit on everyone who knew you. I am so glad I had a chance to see you a few times in 2004-05. We had some good times for sure. Ever since I've known you, one of the things I'll remember the most about you is your contagious laugh, and how it made me and anyone you knew or didn't know around you laugh just as hard. You are one of the realest motherfuckers I've known, and I'm very proud to call you my friend. You will be missed Pat. God bless.

devin bennett

when i heard the news i prayed it was bullshit, sadly enough it wasn't. i'll always remember the times we did kick it, far to few, but classic none the less... kinda like you pat."it's d-lux son!"

Ken Squire

Pat, you are an inspiration to all..........and I am thankful to have told you. I know your energy will continue, and I know I will draw from it. I remember some of your "coined" phrases that were all inspiring (not only was it the words - it was the delivery), and if we all took a moment to remember any one of them, your energy will always be present. I liked, "sooner or later you gotta make your move (entrepreneurial roar)". It worked on many levels, and will provide encouragement when encountered with fear or doubt, and quite simply, a reflection of the MA milestones (from RH to Brooklyn, Colossal Media, etc.)shows your energy to make things happen. And then there was, "playin' it like a game" - (when we were out having a smoke sharing stories , and your anecdotes had a flair where victory was celebrated, and losses were learning opportunities and even laughed at). Once again, your spirit of taking on challenges was second to none. Pat you are a friend and colleague, the camaraderie lives on......Ken........and by the way Adrian, for our next dinner let's go out for seafood........

WADEONE

Although my relationship with Patrick was limited, I was saddened to hear the news of his passing. Whether we crossed paths at the Mass Appeal office, at a show, or on the street,Patrick always greeted me with a geniune smile and a friendly pound, he was a good soul. I would like to extend my condolences to Patrick's family, and to Adrian and the Mass Appeal staff. Patrick Rest In Peace Bro! WADE

Norma

Words can not express the feelings over the loss of my best friend. Patrick was my rock - he was my hero. He left us a legacy and the sad reality that we are not promised tomorrow. I hope we can all learn from this tragedy and value life. My Dutes did everything he wanted to do. The one thing he didn't accomplish was to build a house in Nicaragua. But rest assure, Patrick, that I will make that dream come true for us. I love you. May God bless you and may you rest in peace.

Lennie

I just wanted to kiss. But Pat wanted to tell me stories. (He loved the idea that he was living the life of some hero in a movie.) Pat had a sixth senses about things. He knew and felt profound stuff that would make me shake. He understood his own mortality. He lived as if each day might be his last. He was brave enough, or stupid enough not to fear anything. When he wanted to surf, I would ask him, "are you not scared you will die out there?" he said, "No, why be scared of nature?" God, I love him.

Toshitaka Kondo

Although I didn't get a chance to speak with Pat that often, whenever I saw him, he was always really friendly. The few times he gave me a ride back to the city from the Red Hook offices, he was always in a good mood, telling funny stories. He'll definitely be missed and his impact on everyone he gave opportunities to at Mass Appeal won't be forgotten. Rest In Piece Pat and thanks for everything.

Mary Choi

Pat had this habit of talking to you as if in mid-conversation. The first thing he ever said to me was, "So, you like to travel?" The second thing he ever said was, "Yeah, so can you take out my trash?" Working with Pat at Mass Appeal was sometimes frustrating, often grimy but ridiculously rewarding. Pat had no problem asking for your last cigarette, would bitch like he was being robbed every pay period but would always buy you a beer at the bar, would always get a little misty eyed at an issue release party and would always mean it when he thanked you for doing a good job. Pat was a kind, decent dude. I'm indebeted to him. The company he and Adrian started changed the course of my life and I'm sincerely grateful to have known him. God bless.

Leah McSweeney

When Samantha called me to tell me Patrick died, I gasped with shock. I had not been close with him but had known him for about four years and my boyfriend had worked with him and known him for a while as well. We were both incredibly saddened to learn about this untimely death and could not make any sense out of it. Multiply this by 100 million and that is what his family and close friends are feeling. I have prayed for his soul and for his family and friends everyday and I will continue to do so. I hope you hear my prayers. Me and Rob are thinking of all of you. R.I.P. Patrick

Noah Callahan-Bever

In 2003 Mass Appeal was often more pressure cooker than publishing house. Money was tight, the staff was over-worked and trekking to an office buried deep in Red Hook and you could often cut the tension in the office with a box cutter. But when tempers flared like the fourth of July, there was always one dude who remained calmer than the Gowanas Canal. Whenever feelings turned to fury Pat would be there to take heads upstairs to the conference room on the roof and let them blow off steam and then, as diplomatically as he could, tell them to chill the fuck out. One Spring Friday of that year I hit my personal pain thresh-hold, flipped out and abruptly quit. That night we piled into Adrian's brand new Element to go check Angela's opening in Williamsburg and Pat, who'd thrown back a couple to warm up, got emotional, gushing about how dope Mass Appeal was because we were a family, about how much he appreciated all the hard work that we all put into the mag, about how great the book had become, and about how you couldn't find job with this much love anywhere else. As frustrated as I felt, Pat's enthusiasm, love for the team and the product forced me to rethink my decision. After a weekend of reflecting, I stepped back into the office on Monday, sat down with Pat and Adrian, worked it out, and kept doing my best to help them put out the best magazine on the racks.I owe a great deal to Pat, not only for talking me off the ledge that day, but because he and Adrian gave me the life-altering opportunity to captain the editorial department of their beautiful book. Pat and Adrian launched more careers than I can count on my fingers and toes (just ask the human resources department at VIBE or Harris Publications--or any photo editor), and we are all eternally indebted to the both of you for your support, your patience, and most of all your belief. Wherever you are Pat, if it's after 3pm, I know you got your sun glasses on, your feet kicked up on your desk, and you're chuckling to yourself as you read the newest issue of Mass Appeal a month or so after it came out. Thanks again, Pat. And rest in peace, homeboy, you deserve it. I hope Mass Appeal keeps making you proud and keeps making you laugh--even if it takes a little while before you get around to reading it.

Justin Monroe

Like damn near everyone I know in publishing, I owe my start to Pat and Adrian. In fall 2002, straight out of college, I came on as an intern to help my good friend Noah C-B. A year later I'd been promoted to music editor, co-editor and finally head editor. Where else would that opportunity exist? Though stress was in greater supply than money (chicken and egg), those were special times. We all learned a great deal about the industry and made some good friends. Although we wrote on the side to make money, all of us enjoyed the creative freedom at Mass Appeal most. Pat and Adrian had a vision, and while they wanted to cake up, they liked the idea of being on some other shit. So has anyone whose ever read an issue of MA. Don't know how they made it happen so young.A few of the things that I will always remember Pat for: The laugh (heh-heh-heh). The seventies porno `stache. The surfing (both ocean and internet, especially when it came to deep sea fishing sites). The big one (if you didn't believe Pat caught it, he had the newspaper to prove it). The delayed praise (months later, he'd finally read something, ask if you wrote it, then tell you how much it made him laugh). The issue release parties (nobody gets booted from their own events like Pat did). The office calls (Pat and whoever would get on the phone for private convos as though everyone else in the one-room office couldn't hear it word for word). Power moves (not a day went by Pat didn't preach world domination like Pinky and the Brain). Liberty City Tavern (when editorial showed up at the end of the day, the bartenders would always tell us we'd just missed Pat...wish we'd been able to catch him for a few). It was always love with Pat. His legacy lives on through everyone he touched. We're all missing him. My thoughts are with all of his family and friends. Rest easy, Pat.

Double O- Legion Of Doom

Yo Pat, what's good. You told me I'd be using a long board this coming summer, when you teach me how to surf at Rockaway. Although you were feeling nice, I knew that you were sincere. That day at the february gallery opening, there were those two cats from Italy who you werent feeling. You said the word and I was there, ready to drop the bomb on them. Well, we gave them a pass, and they left. You did'nt get the chance to teach me how to surf, but this summer, I will get my long board and hit Rockaway and learn. And if I ever hear your name come out of any ones mouth the way it should'nt, you know what time it is. I did'nt know you that well, but I knew that you were a genuine person, with a unique smile.. missin' you homie.. late Rest In Peace, Pat.. you'll be on my shoulder whenever I ride..

Steve Z

Patrick was always mad cool. Met him as a teen w/ Cha in D.C. 10 years ago. Ran into him 2 years ago and he transformed into a man running the best mag out there. I asked him if i could do an article for the mag and without hesitating he agreed. He never fronted on me or vibed me at all and his aura always seemed really positive. My condolences to family and friends.

JAKE GILL

PATRICK WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND GODFATHER TO MY SON.MY THOUGHTS GO OUT TO HIS FAMILY THAT I HAVE NOT MET, THERE WAS NOT A BETTER PARTNER IN CRIME. PAT LIVED BY THE TRAIN AND DIED BY THE TRAIN, HE WILL LIVE ON THRIUGH ALL OF US AND HIS OWN LEGACY.

Miss Mickey

Everytime an issue of mass appeal comes out I can bet that im gonna be blown away on some creative loco-ness.... Remember the fallen, Continue the dream. RIP. PAT E... May the appeal continue to funk the mass in memory of you.

Kevin & Joelle Flynn

We only wish that we had the time to get to know our brother-in-law better. What an amazing man, friend, brother and son that he was. It is crystal clear how those who knew him well felt about him. Makes you stop and think about the time that you spend with the family you have and are you making the most of it? God bless everyone that had the fortunate experience of knowing Patrick. xoxoxoxo You ARE truly missed.

Boudicon

I met Pat and Adrian in early spring/late winter of 1999/2000 when Mass Appeal was still on Biggie Smalls block, St.James and Fulton in Brooklyn. I went there for a job because I'd found a copy of Mass Appeal and thought I could write for them. I remember the interview being relaxing but I couldn't remember their names.As soon as they told me who they were I forgot. Was Pat the tall skinny one, or Adrian was that? Who smoked the cigarettes? They both sounded alike and had similar mannerisms and enthusiam, like they were identical twins or brothers. It took a while to get it sorted, even after they hired me to start editing the book, sending my life into a crazy adventure into graffiti. Pat gave me my first real magazine job as an editor, he and Adrian and I'll never forget that. In fact, they've helped alot of people pay their rent on time.I will always remember Pat as a fun loving and quiet guy who was very curious and excited about living life to the fullest. He was carefree and sensitive and open and giving and funny and chilled out. I will always remember Pat as that dude who gave me something to love, who gave alot of people something to love, Mass Appeal.I will miss him.

Suzi Slye Elasik

I am Pat's Stepmother, but in my heart he was also my son. Over the 9 years I have known Pat, mostly I remember his hugs and his funny words that always made us laugh. He loved to come visit us and just be a son and hang out. He was at peace here and could just relax and be himself. He loved his Dad's seafood marinara and the cookie jar! He loved sitting on our balcony with Ron and listening to the fish jump and fishing on our boat on the Chesapeake Bay hoping to catch more fish than Ron. I believe God called Pat home now, for Pat had accomplished so much and it was time for Pat to be home in Heaven. God had a plan for Pat's life and his last few days to be with everyone he loved ... and he was. Now, his heart is an example to all of us and he will live forever in our hearts. Suzi Slye Elasik

Jason Lee

I too was an intern for mass appeal, and I remember the days when I would get way from doing work, and talk about surfing with Pat...well it was me asking about surfing, and him explaining.I guess a passion I never experienced, but could relate to when Pat would describe it.rest in piece.

OG

Man me and that kat had some good good times together. He'll always be missed. Big up to M.A. THe world keeps turnin round and time keeps on moving. Peace

Omer Aru

I first meet Pat through my brother. We were all a crew back then. It seems that every weekend we were all hanging out at Woody's just chilling and being family.We would all talk about what we were going to do in the future and stuff like that, just like kids do. Pat and Adrian took their dream and ran with it. I was always proud of you guys for doing it and doing it so freakin well.I always felt that Pat had my brothers best interests at heart and was looking out for him when things got rough. When my brother couldn't get himself to do anything, Pat gave him an open invitation to go to NY. And the last time I saw him, at Jason's wedding, Pat offered my brother a job just so he could have something to do.I'm going to miss how you would go from serious, to joking, back to serious in the same conversation. Pat you were crew, you were family.

Oscar Wild

I interned at mass appeal in the spring of 99, before they even had the office, it was definitely an experience cause they was doing such a dope job at a young age. I have a lot of respect for mass appeal. R.I.P PATRICK ELASIK!

diane and guy schum

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16Our sincere love and sympathy to all at Mass Appeal and all of Patrick's friends and familyDiane and Guy Schum

Delayone

Pat and Rule came down to richmond to visit nick in 98 where I think I met him for the first time. We went to the yard around midnight, and saw some kids already there painting. All of us concluded that this was unacceptable. Nick and I snuck around the side of the yard, while Pat and Rule hid in the bushes. We came running at the kids from the other side of the yard, yelling "Police, FREEZE."Naturally, the kids scattered. One ran directly toward Pat and Rule. I watched from a distance as their shadows jumped out and tackled dude.They brought him back to us with his hands behind his back saying, "you're going to jail, we got you little bastard, don't look at us, just keep walking." He looked completely petrafide.When the kid finally saw it was me and Nick, he realized he'd been had, and got all mad. We were laughing uncontrollably.I will always remember that as one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. I guess you kinda had to be there, butthis is my fondest memory of Pat. We'll miss you man...I wish Patricks friends, family and loved ones my best, Tom

Jauretsi

I don't have a personal story hangin' with Patrick, so I'm one of those people who viewed him through the goggles of my friends at Mass Appeal (who constantly refer to eachother as FAMILY). In fact, you could always feel the bigness of one's personality, by the ripple effects they leave behind, and how far they reach. There are 2nd, 3rd, and 4th tier people/contacts/readership who feel the sharp pain of his absence. About the mag (Pat's vision and thus, legacy)--- Mass Appeal has introduced, documented, and supported so many artists throughout the years. Having the full collection of old issues is a veritable time capsule of NYC's contemporary art movement, primarily found on the streets. These guys have encapsulated an era. How refreshing it exists within a celeb-obsessed mag culture? Art is never appreciated by the masses until its aged, withstood the test of time, and in some cases, in posthumous scenarios. Somewhere in the pages, lies the next Basquait, Haring, or Warhol. In the meantime, the staff lives, breathes, and eats their jobs putting out a mag that several loyal fans around the globe look to each month for inspiration. Pat created the petri dish for that enviroment. And for that, he created mass ripples. PEACE.

Quan Luv

It's still a lil hard to believe. I was an intern there and Pat was always that cool laid back dude. We're all gona miss you man. One love from Quan Luv

Colleen

Rest in peace Russian Pat.My heart goes out to all his family and friends.

David George

I have known Pat since Churchill Road Elementary School in Mrs. Zankman's class. I will always remember his kind personality and amazing outlook on life. My deepest regards go out to his family and friends.

ryan gomersall WRIU

I am proud to say I have every issue.It will not be the same. Rest in Peace.

Andleeb Dawood

I only knew Patrick for a short time. I met him in the winter of 2001-2002. I've always admired his work and I am deeply saddened to hear of this tragic accident. Rest in Peace Pat. My deepest condolences to his family, and all his partners at Mass Appeal.

JERMAINE JOHNSON

WHAT A TRAGIC THAT WE LOST A GOOD SURFER IN NEW YORK AREA, I ALWAYS READ MASS APPEAL WHEN THEIR FIRST COPY CAME OUT. PAT IS A GREAT INSPIRATION TO ME AND WHEN IM SURFING IN ROCKAWAY I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HIS LEGACY FROM HIS MAG TO SURFING AND JUST PROTECTING NATURE, MY RESPECT GOES OUT TO HIS FAMILY AND GIRLFRIEND..JERMSKI

Aaron Mindel

Patrick Elasik has got an awful lot of love here and it is said you only get that which you give...As someone who only knew Pat from the Rock lineup over the years, my memories come from those rare and wonderful sessions where it was just a handful of us sitting off the jetty, wide-eyed with wonder, trading smiles and perfect lefts...heaven on earth, A-train accessible. The head-nod of acknowledgement he gave upon recognizing me whenever one of us paddled out is something I cherished. Coming from Pat, who always seemed to make a good session greater, it made me damn proud. You had to earn that sort of thing out there from him. You will be missed Patrick--thank you for the memories.

Tolga Alper

When I was growing up, Pat loved me at my worst. One time I was down about a girl and Pat took me downtown and we had a blast. He helped a brother out when he was down. He was a good friend. I got nothing but love for PAT.I'm proud of you man.

Carl Alvano

I've been friends with Pat since the day my family moved next door to the Elasik family in 1983. I was a little kid, kicking around a soccer ball by myself in my new front yard when Pat yelled something to me along the lines of, "Hey, why are you playing by yourself? Come kick that soccer ball with me over here." I had just met what was to become one of the closest friends I'll ever have.Pat, I'll never forget all the great times we had growing up. Summers at the beach with your family, jumping off launch ramps on Sunny Hill, skating into McLean, sneaking out of our parent's houses and meeting girls, MYI football, Orioles games, trips to Kings Dominion, sneaking into movies, setting off stink bombs at Tyson's, getting caught smoking by your mom, and even getting drunk for the first time in our lives. There are so many more and I could go on foreverPat, you will be missed greatly. I am grateful that we were able to catch up on old times and hang out this past holiday season.My deepest sympathies to Pat's family, friends, and everyone at Mass Appeal. Rest in Peace, Pat. You will never be forgotten.

Zach Connely

I first met Pat and Adrian back in high school. Adrian and Wu were in my spanish class and would spend pretty much the whole period just practicing their tags and throw ups. That was the first time I saw anybody doing anything like that and knew that I had to do it as well. So I started and shortly thereafter met everyone else in our small town that was down for the cause, Pat was one of them. The first time I painted with him was in the Ghost Yard and in the time it took me to do one piece Pat did three. He kept that pace up for as long as I knew him. From the beginning I looked up to him and respected him, not only because he was crushing shit but also because of how cool of a guy he was. Pat was genuine, funny, inspirational and extremely talented and all of that shines through all of us that had the fortunate pleasure of knowing him. He touched so many people's lives and made them better as only he could. I remember when I got that first issue of mass appeal at the old one arch McDonalds and thinking how cool it was that friends of mine had made it. Since then Pat and Adrian turned that ghetto little mag into one of the most successful in the industry and became the most accomplished friends I have. Over the last couple years I didn't get to see them much since they were up in NY bringing their dreams to life, but I cherish the times they would come back and visit and we would meet up downtown for drinks and mayhem. Pat you are an inspiration to us all and I can say that you will be part of everything I do from now on. 365. Only a surfer knows the feeling. I'll see you again my friend. My heart goes out to his family and the rest of his friends. Lets not mourn but instead celebrate his life.

SB ONE!

yo pat-it is unfortunate that we didnt get to hang out more because i always thought your were the cream of the crop. my fondest memory of pat was a road trip we (there were 5 of us) took in 1998. even before this tragic event i cherished the memories of that trip because not only was i in good company but we had a really great time. boxcars and brew - you know how we do. to pat's friends and family i offer my sincerist condolences (i know my spelling is off). your loss is imeasurable. but also to pat who is looking down on us, thanks for being a no nonsense person. and a real friend for the time we got to hang out together. one loveyour AMF homie

Guy Schum

I hope none of you at MA will mind me writing a second time concerning Patrick. The more I read about him, recall conversations with guests in our home attending his funeral, and become aquainted with his many accomplishments through the message board, the more I am in awe of him.The fact that Patrick was only 26 years old when he died makes his short life all the more astonishing. I have no doubt that, had he lived to my 59 years of age, we would be viewing him as a major national force in publishing and advertising. His creative genius would have become strengthened and sharpened to a fine point, and his name would be a household word. In short, he would be famous. And, furthermore, if he, at 26 years old could retain a real humility in the midst of his relative fame, there is no reason to think that he would not have carried that humility through his entire life had he lived to a ripe old age.If, as the say, "a rising tide floats all boats", then Patrick was certainly a tide of enormous depth. No wonder he was so in love with the water and the waves. I find it remarkable that he was so young, and yet so mature in so far as spreading his energy and his good fortune around to so many talented people. He took them with himself in his rise to prominance and success.I want to say a word about Adrian as well. The loss of this man as a business partner and friend will be deep and prolonged. However, I am as much in awe of Mr. Moeller as I am of Mr. Elasik. And, though MA is not exactly my kind of magazine as a Christian man, I find myself praying for the prosperity and advancement of Adrian and the rest of the staff in a very real way.To those whom I met in our home, I want to say how refreshing it was to meet you and learn about your careers. It was good for my wife and myself to be in the company of people so different from ourselves in an outward sense. And, we hope that you were made to feel welcome and comfortable with us. We enjoyed the time together.I hope you will not mind this second message, but I needed to add this as a footnote concerning this quite remarkable fellow and his friends.Guy Schum

Randy Mesa-Mad.Face Marke

Firstly, I'd just like to say that I too was given an opportunity to work Street team Promotions with Pat & Adrian in SO CALI. I was first introduced to Mass Appeal Magazine from a writer I met @ The MAGIC Convention in Las Vegas a few years ago. I used to call the Mass Appeal office & let him know what was going on with the L.A markets club/concert scene & everybody used to eat the magazines up because it had so much interesting stories & pictures. We still read Mass Appeal Magazine till this day & we will always continue to be a dedicated reader. Patrick Elasik, always remembered never forgotten. Randy Mesa Mad.Face Marketing & Promotions The Booth Dir. of Operations www.thebooth.net www.805hiphop.com

Norma

Reading all of these beautiful comments about you Patrick makes me so happy to know how much you were loved. I miss you terribly and the void in my heart is too deep to even comprehend. Everyone knows that you were selfless a man that had no ego. This is why I fell so in love with you. You continue to give me strength and confidence. Even if I were to grow old you will always be a beautiful 26 year old spirit and I will always be your duties-fruties. I hope to see you in my dreams again. We all love you very much and I know that God is taking great care of you. Love, Norma

Candace (Candy) Garry

I met Patrick shortly after his first birthday. In fact, I met his Mother, Colleen, for the first time on the day of Patrick's first birthday party. She was excited about the celebration, anxiously making plans to leave work early and come home to her adorable little boy. She proudly showed me a photo of him ~ a memorable display of big, capitvating brown eyes and a mop of curly hair. Even then, you could see a free and fearless spirit. Having been close friends with Colleen for 27 years, I grew to know Patrick more through her loving eyes. Still, I have a few great memories of my own ~ watching Patrick race around on his skateboard, flying in and out of the house just long enough to grab a snack and say hello...then off again with reckless abandon and a daring grin on his face. By the time his sister Lauren was born, we had moved out of the Washington, D.C. area. But during visits in the years that followed ~ and judging from annual photos ~ it became obvious that Patrick had a very soft and sweet side to him as well. He was a very proud and protective big brother. Fast forward almost a decade and his having moved to New York and traveled the world. I didn't know Patrick very well when I arrived before his memorial services. But through meeting his many friends, hearing their stories about him and seeing their genuine affection for him, it became obvious he had grown into an amazing young man who lived life at full throttle and never took a single moment for granted. Stories of courage, compassion, generosity and great moxie filled the air as those who knew and loved Patrick celebrated his life and mourned his tragic, premature passing. Premature...and yet, I cannot help but imagine how many more lives he touched deeply in his short life span than many of us do in decades more. Perhaps I know Patrick better through his passing and his example than I ever knew him during his life here on earth ~ but I am richer for ever having known him at all. Thank you, Patrick, for teaching me to live in the moment, live it to the fullest and embrace it as if it were my last. I dedicate one of my favorite quotes to your memory because it seems to personify who you really were (are): "ULTIMATELY WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS A COURAGEOUS SPIRIT AND A GENEROUS HEART."

Norma

Patrick's birthday is on May 7th. A great way to keep his spirit alive is to listen to one of his favorite songs: Los Angeles by Frank Black. It would be so special to him if you could all listen to it so that he can feel connected to us. Love, Norma

PJ

Big Pimpin. That is the word to describe Pat. Man, he was larger than life. This guy did it all and he did it all well. From surfing to his love to graf culture. To loving his business and loving the ladies. Man, he loved the ladies. And I have to admit I was envious of his skills. I always saw Pat talking to some of the flyest ladies and actually score! Jay Z should of had Pat Elasik on the Big Pimpin video, because no body can Pimp like my man Pat. From reading this memorial board... I can see that all the ladies still love him and fighting for his love. You keep Pimpin Pat.... not even death can stop you bro!

Dan Tate

 Pat and I had been friends since junior high. As we got older, we moved our own directions, but we always found time to chill, whether it was in Oregon, Philly, DC, or NY. I was always happy to see him, and he made me laugh, honestly laugh, every minute we chilled. I cared for him deeply as a friend. I will always be happy and laugh out loud when I remember you Pat, and that will often Homeboy. RIP.

Terry Bhola

I'm blown!!!I worked at MA a while back. Didn't really last long but found Pat really, really, really, really laid back. My back issues of MA are now laid out at school here in Italy (because I'll always love MA) and will continue for Pat.T

JESTISM

It was a pleasure to have had the experience of working with Pat and Adrian for Mass Appeal. I think that we all helped eachother grow in our own ways. Adrian, keep your head up and Pat, you will be missed by everyone that knew you. Peace, Jest

Avi Friedman

Wow, this is such unfortanate news. Im shocked to here about pat, it's garenteed that he will be greatly missed!!! Its hard to believe something like this has happened, and that at the flash of a moment hes gone! Im so thankful that he made mass apeal what it is, As said before he will be missed, R.I.P. Patrick ElasikWell Never Forget You

laloki

its has been a long time since you and since brooklyn, and will miss hanging out with you, like that summer in 2000.. you were always one of the people i look back now on, thinking how good it felt be near you. .. i will always remember summer nights on your roof, and hanging out at pratt way past anyones bedtime. until again, you are always in my thoughts.

Steve Hanson

 Hey guys, many of you know me. As I read through the comments I see a lot of familiar faces, some of which I haven't seen in a long time. Hearing about Pat's passing hit me like a ton of bricks. Knowing him since his 6th grade and partying with him up until I left Virginia, I took it very hard. I'm sure many of you can remember some great stories about Pat, I'm sitting here chuckling to myself while remembering some of Pat's "finer moments". But they made Pat who he was, a fun guy to joke around with and be with. You never knew what to expect in his presence.Let's never forget him, he was part of our crew. As long as we remember, he will always live on forever.If anyone wants to talk about it, email me. It'd be great to hear from a bunch of you guys, share old stories about Pat and see what everyones all been up to. It's been way too long.REST IN PEACE PATRICK

Paulie hustle

Pat was one of those dude that you showed up to the party and you could hear him on the other side of it, i'm the same way so that why i think that we got along so well. i didn't get to know him as well as i wanted to but i do know that somewhere between watching him fight the bouncers and get kicked out of his own party to having him and me go blow for blow with punches to the arm on my 23rd birthday i really think i became friends with him. i know right now he's chillin on a beach in sky takin it easy about ready to hit them waves. rest in peace pat and may sire one live on!! Ps the wall came out tiiiiight!

Rickey Kim

I never knew Pat. I knew a few friends who knew him. And yet my heart was moved when I heard of his passing. I guess it was because I could relate to him being a writer and secretly inside I felt that he was my fellow kin. When I found out how young he was, it struck me even harder. RIP Pat. From one writer to another...

Amir

Patrick was a great guy. I remember meeting him in the D.C. Wall of fame years ago. He was one of the first writers I knew of who killed freights when most would casually paint them here and there. Years later when we started b/d he was one of the first people to offer a helping hand with advice. He will be missed.rip.

CH RTH

I LOVED YOU KID....YOU WERE JUST LIKE ME.... WE HAD GOOD TIMES TOGETHER...WE LIVED FAST BELIEVE IT OR NOT...IM IN REHAB NOW ....AND I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME...YOU WERE SO FUCKIN COOL..I TRULY LOVED CHILLIN WITH YOU...YOU SHOWED ME MAD LOVE AND A NEW WAY OF LIFE.YOULL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!!!!!!!!

Shelley Mountjoy

Pat - You will always live in my memories. When we were dating you meant more to me than I could ever find words to describe at the time. Heck, I still can't. You changed my perspective on the world by showing me life outside the sheltered one I knew. I feel like I was just reading e-mail from you yesterday... I still can't believe this. The world will never be the same and at the same time has been changed with your smile amongst your wavy brown curls and undying spirit. You taught me the most important lesson in the world - never, ever look behind and regret it. I love you.

Katie

I can't believe this happened to one of the best cousins I will have . I used to think to myself this is only a nightmare Iam going to wake up and say to my mom "I wish Pat was still here" and she would say "You're just having a bad dream,Hes still here".Pat was so different, I loved that about him .I really wanted him to teach me to surf and we would hang out in the ocean together.He was so fun and outgoing.At the dinner table when everything would be quiet and boring,He would make it funny and exciting.While everyone else was complaining about something,Pat would just be chillin in his chair and start to laugh.Meeting his friends really let me know what he was like and I really admire him.He is my role model now.There's not a day go by that I don't think of him.I dont wanna write as if he were gone,just as if we were writing him an email.So I guess I'll talk to you later Pat, I love you soooooo so so so so much

Ethan

I saw Pat through many prisms and stages. I saw him as the McLean boy who became the skateboarding rebel who later transformed into the New York superstar. Pat was more than a neighbor to me..he was family, he was another big brother. Whenever I'll see a surfer riding the waves, people stopping to interprete industrial art or a huge black jeep roaring down the highway, I'll think of Pat. I'll remember what he taught me-to always live life to the fullest! To make sure that I never get caught up in materialism because in reality its only fleeting. No matter where he is, his legacy and his life will always live on in my mind and my heart. I miss you buddy, but I know that wherever you are you're looking out for me and all the people who were fortunate enough to be touched by you.Your neighbor and little brother,Ethan

ILL-WILL

YO PAT!!! DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO WRITE YOU! PAT YOU MY HOMIE, MY NEW YORK NIGGA, MY PARTNER IN CRIME DOWN FOR ANYTHING, AND MORE OFTEN THAT NOT MORE THAN I WAS. I ALWAYS HAD YOUR BACK EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE ALWAYS STARTIN SHIT!! YOU MY BOY, WHO MADE ME LAUGH WITH JUST A LOOK, WE SEEMED TO SEE EYE TO EYE ON SO MUCH SHIT, AND YOU ALWAYS SURPRISED ME WITH THE SHIT THAT CAME OUTTA YOUR MOUTH, WETHER YOU WERE SCREAMING PUNK AS BITCH AT THE GUN WEILDING CRACK DEALERS ON THE CORNER IN MY CAR!!, OR DISCUSSING WORLD POITICS. I REMEMBER WHEN ME AND MY GIRL CAME TO VISIT YOU IN BROOKLYN, WE GOT OFF AT THE WRONG STOP ITS POURING AND WE WERE IN BEDSTY OR FLATBUSH, ANYWAYS THE STREETS WERE PACKED WITH A BLACK POWER RALLY OR SOME SHIT AND IT WAS LIKE THE BLACK SEA,, SHUR NUF THOUGH A BEACON OF LIGHT CAME DRIVIN DOWN THE STREET IN THE RAIN AND RESCUED US!! YOU MY NIGGA PAT! THEN OF COURSE YOU ABANDONED ME AND MY GRRL AT COKEYS REMEBER THat night fool?? AND FOR THAT I CHASED YOU INTO THE BALTIMORE PROJECTS AND RESCUED YOU FROM WHO KNOWS WHAT. WE HAD A MUTUAL RESPECT, WE WOULDNT TALK THAT OFTEN BUT WHEN WE DID see eachother IT WAS AS IF WE HADNT MISSED A BEAT. CYA N HEAVEN-ILL-WILL

kool kojak

i remember cruisin out to Parrish Smith's crib wit Pat & Adrian to interview PMD & his boyz durin the early daze at Mass Appeal. We had some good laughs especially when we were tryin to find coffee in 7-11 in L.I. and we ran into PMD's crew. They were all gettin hotdogs at like 10 a.m. We were feelin good that we were not run of the mill interviewers.I remember feelin like Pat was a real cool cat. He had a presence - He seemed to be perpetually chillin. This is a mad sad thing to have to write about. But in just 26 years, Pat, you managed to figure out why god put you on earth. and thats a blessing you can give to the rest of us still here. There's always waves in heaven, and you know Pat is catchin all of them. Peace out homie - kojak

Lewis Hart

I interned at Mass Appeal three summers ago and was shocked to hear this devastating news. It is very upsetting. I just want to express my condolences to all of his family and friends. He always went out of his way to be nice to me and was great guy.Lewis

Lauren Elasik

Tomorrow, May 7th, is Pat's birthday. Happy Birthday, Paddy, we all love you. I know you'll be watching and celebrating with us. I love you. xoxo Lauren

Grace

The last time that Patrick and I painted a freight together I taglined my peice"one foot on the platform, the other on the train" SLC, Ut 1999 Interesting the way the present becomes the past in just a series of moments touching moments.I dated Pat for a couple of years back in the day when he was 19 or 20. I was 26 then. Basically he completely overwhelmed me until I agreed to kiss him... the rest is a very colorful animated- never boring- twist in my personal herstory.Early last week I was going through some old photos and I happened upon the Patrick piles. I realized his B-day was approaching and I got really inspired and excited and hopped online to the MA site to get his #. This bulletin board is how I found out about Pat's death ..and so here we are.That moment is so intense...the second when we realize the truth of something that we DO NOT WANT TO BE TRUE. I had no idea, even in that moment of realization, what a rich deep process of letting go this would be. I've learned a lot in the 11 days since I learned of his passing. His family knows me as Carla, and to them I want to send my acknowledgment and appreciation of the immensity of Pats passing. Such a gift of color to the ungoing story of our lives. Thank you for bringing him through and cultivating a creature of such love and awe. Ron, Coleen, Loren (who shares his sweet brown eyes) thank you. I'm so sorry your physical time with Patrick was cut short. We can all attest to how much he loved you. I'm giving myself permission to be lengthy here because I feel how it heals my heart to share these things. Aside from that, I missed his funeral and this seems like a really healthy way to offer my love and share with those who were also deeply touched by his life.With Patrick I had SO MUCH FUN !! I wish I could offer straight up *Memories of Patrick Elasik-UNCENSORED!* Definitly not for the weak at heart or the easily offended.-I'm not feeling that gutsy though so this'll be the somewhat watered down version.As many of us know so well-Patrick was A LOTTA -lotta.I was getting into graf and wanting to write when along comes Patrick lookin me straight in the eye. He took me to paint my first freight 4/20 1998. It was the kind of peice that you don't want to get a day flick of for any other reason then it being your first peice. Patrick was smooth with it tho, just talked to me about what did work and where to go with it and from there basically mentored me into the world of graf and writing. He would take me to yards and walls wherever we went from one side of the country to the other. He was always 'droppin knowledge' 'bout who was who and what not to do. Thankfully. Blew my mind at the DC Wall of Fame. My first visit, first night ever in NYC we're walking the streets -he stomps on the sidewalk and the 'trapdoor' opens and down into the tunnels we go. I loved that. Very Bonnie and Clydish (except I would make him be Bonnie) Seemed like we were always chasing sunsets and freights and so many of my 'first time ever' experiences came through that connection. I actually remember working with Pat on MA#1. It was a very sophisticated setup. We were at this computer on a totally tagged up coffee table in he and Jakes very "humble" apt in PDX. He was alive with it all and couldn't stop flowing about it. I was selling advertising at the weekly alternative paper and he decided that I was gonna be the MA add rep. He made me business cards and suggested that I do that while I was at work instead of working. He even let me design my own page for issue #1 and confirmed how fresh it was. (HA ha- I'm totally laughing as I'm thumbing through it right now and just realizing that he NEVER REALLY PRINTED IT) so goes the flow. Serious heart felt shout out to Adrian and the whole MA crew. I jut got #33 today. Epic evolution. Right on, write on! 'Yo Sire-what up son? Yeah, I know how you do!' Thanks Patricio.A little over half of the time Patrick could be really mellow. I really loved the short time we spent together connecting with one anothers families. He seemed to also enjoy the ease of just being and eating- fishin and sharing. One of my sweetest memories was visiting with Ron and Suzie, eatin crab and fishin in the bay. We went to Idaho one Thanksgiving to hang with my family and I have the funniest flick of him in the kitchen with my mom- big curls boingin out from under his hat and him wearing the most hilarious pastel apron (pimpin in the kitchen) baking pumpkin pies. Theres another picture that stands out from when we went hunting with my family. Patrick is standing next to my very cool (yet completely redneck uncle) and there is this dead skinned dear hanging from a tree in the back corner of the photo. Totally weird moment encapsulated in time and there is Patrick beamin this huge ass smile just totally fitting in like he's been huntin them hills his whole life or something. Talk about worlds colliding.I grew up in a tiny town in Idaho with 4 city blocks and two stops lights and he just loved to punk me about going "ALL CITY" at last! All City/Emmett, Idaho. I DID IT too PAT. YOU'D BE SO PROUD.A little over half the time Pat was mellow. But- when Pat wasn't mellow- PAT WASN'T MELLOW! He had this crazy amazing amount of energy that really called me to the edge of what I considered 'comfortable', reasonable and safe! Beyond that we had this uncanny knack for looking at the exact same thing and seeing it completely different. We couldn't seem to agree to disagree. We'd just disagree. After we parted ways we were good to love one another from a distance and hung out just a handful of times after that. Though sporadic and occasional STILL NEVER BORING! There was an underlying understanding and care for one another that kept a strong connect. I witnessed this with him towards most of the people in his life. A certain softness that would come out when the situation called for it.In his passing I have really had to sit and quiet myself and just honor and feel the tremendous waves of my heart around the death of my friend. I never doubted the amount of love and respect we cultivated yet I'm really taken back by the unexpected depth at which I've been touched and shaped by his heart. This process of letting go is so huge. With this realization I ask myself- why after all this time-do I feel so much. What is it about this person that evokes such total love...and then I got it. The very thing about Patrick that at times I found so hard to sit with- is the peice that sits so deep within me.He was electric! Pure raw energy totally alive beyond boundaries. He would push to the edge and then ride it all out and still keep going! Perhaps this was his gift..an unabandonedness which allowed him to actually taste life at the same time that he was living it. Look around..it's not the norm. Luckily for all of us neither was/is Pat.So my sweet Patricio Elasik I honor your life and totally celebrate your passing by seriously upping the anti of my own experience. I am really moved to be ALIVE these days in a particular kind of way. I feel like I see you everywhere, my focus is different as I remember that Time is art! I am a wave of life and so are you and it seems we're gonna crash against each other until we're through... But I want you to know that my love for you is always here- even after waves roll back and disappear. Happy Birthday Patrick. Rest if you want, roll if you will! (It's hard to stop a train) I love you. Much Light & Mass Appeal, Sweet Lady Grace

Norma

 Happy Birthday Day Patrick! We love you so much and we're going to celebrate it just like you would expect us to. I tried to check out the surf on newyorksurf.com but the link is down, Dutes. I have a feeling that it's going to be off the hook for your birthday .. a nice swell. I can see you on your surfboard, lining up & wrecking shit. I am so proud of you! I walked by 590 Vanderbilt and the building is practically empty. It broke my heart. The very stoop I fell in love with you. You are forever .. forever in my heart. My love for you is indelible and so complete. Happy Birthday Mi Corazon.

Katie

Happy birthday Patrick.Just want you to know that you're also with me , and I will never forget you.

Kathleen

Patrick was living in the same house as me in Rockaway Beach. He was a very ambitous person, a smart guy! He had a lot of charisma. He is and will forever be missed in this house. He was a great guy,a funny guy, and a terrific surfer. Last time I seen Patrick was about a week before he passed on, he was sitiing on my couch just shooting the *hit....we will always remember him!

roosevelt franklin

fuckin' shame... God Bless and rest in peace... you gave graf a big shot in the arm, you seen how everybody tried to copy and jump on the bandwagon after ya'll came out with the mag... now everybody had to get down and include some pics or articles about graf... thank you for helping me put Roosevelt Franklin on the map and space to get up... Peace

DEST109th

yo pat, I wish I'd been able to get down with you guys more than I did. I'll never forget when you came to the A and stayed with me in 97. the gas mask grav bong photo that I never got a copy of, smashing damn near every car in a super hot yard like what! I was in awe man. and that talk we had about the feeling you get zoning out just watching space get covered with color really stuck in me deep. miss ya dawg. one.

The DVS thought

O! Pat rest in the heavens and thanks for giving NYC ;Also the hip hop community Mass Appeal and the underground its best.R.I.P Pat

Norma

You Have Come My Beloved The clouds are gone The wind is silent The sun appears and the trees are green I will always keep you in my heart, Patrick. Always. Mi corazon.

Miller

 Hope everyone is well. MacLean and I are chillin in NOVA, drinkin pisco and partying. Miss you Patty. Youre always a cool motherfucker. God bless.

Deck Wgf aka Gerard

Yo Pat you will be missed. He was one Crazy Dude, I remembered get Plasted with him at some many Mass Appeal Release Parties. He was a down to earth guy that I could respect. He made it cool to hang out at the Office. I leave my best wishes to his family and love ones. I Hoping you are in a Better Place then Here. Looking Down on Us with all the other Angels

Joanne Carolino

Its been close to 6 months since you left me and adrian. But I've been keeping your dream alive and working hard to keep Mass Appeal and soon enough Colossal growing. I look at how I have changed with in these 6 months and look in retrospect of the experiences we shared. I have no regrets... I am glad on your last days that I conveyed to you my loyalty and love to you as a friend and as a business partner. I'm glad that all my sincerity to you is close to your heart now that you have passed on. Staring down from the heavens, you can see mass appeal is growing, we have new peeps and associates... all are dope and you would be proud of them and you would even chill out with a few of them. I keep your memory alive by talking about you and your adventures. In turn, I and others admire your spirit and knew that you were n't a scared ass mothafucker. In reality, you had sensibility along with gusto and balls.... you are the superhero in a saturday morning cartoon, the shaolin master in a kung fu movie, and the badass pimp in those 70's hustler movies. There is no body like you. I'll go on with my life feeling an empty space in my heart because you were one of the only persons that I can "feel at home" with and unconditionally loved. At 26 you were more of a man than any other males I have encoutered in my life time... You traveled the world, created a successful business, the ladies went wild for you (even wanted to kill each other for you), and you took care of your peoples. You kept it real where it never went wrong. You left a dope legacy behind and I'm proud to tell the tales to people. 365 days with in a year for 26 years the adventures were no stop for you...buck wild and crazy! Now its break time. So, sit tight with the Lord SIRE 365.... I'll see you again one day and we'll kick it like we did in back in '98 when we first started hanging out... no worries, all fun, and eternal youth. You are missed but not forgotten SIRE 365. Your spirit is the pilar for Mass Appeal and Colossal Media. Loving you always, -Joanne

Mom

The tribute below was prepared for Patrick's birthday commemoration--siete de Mayo. While it has been extremely difficult for me, and some of Patrick's closest friends to contribute to the memorial board, I wanted to do something special to note the sixth month anniversary--September 7. One could never comprehend the pain and sadness we have experienced, but the knowledge of how accomplished and loved Patrick was by so many people in very different walks of life has been very comforting. Patrick was incredibly humble, so we are especially grateful to all of those who provided insight into Patrick's special gifts. And tremendous graditude to Adrian for his steadfastness in ensuring that Patrick's spirit provides continued success for Mass Appeal and Colossal Media. To Paddy, all my love, from Mom. 1.Patrick: From the Roman name Patricius, which meant "nobleman" in Latin. Was that our Patrick? Was he a nobleman? Most certainly not a word that folks would typically use for Patrick but he was above the fray, generous, kind and very devoted to his friends and family.. 2 .You're the only one who can make the difference. Whatever your dream is, go for it.  Magazine co-founder and publisher? Patrick? This is the teenager who started a magazine on a scanner that he bought and returned to the store after using it. Paddy and Adrian made it happen for 9 years now with a loyal following and a very promising future for Colossal Media. Patrick was the child who always had a smile on his face until he reached first grade. The school personnel did not want to deal with Patrick s differences which he drew attention to rather than conforming to the school s expectations. He was an individualist not a conformist. Structure was not his thing either in school, camp or organized sports. He loved other things though skateboarding, boogie boarding, snowboarding, doing graffiti. He loved living a bit dangerously. Not typical for a middle class kid. 3. We must overcome the notion that we must be regular... it robs you of the chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre.  Where did he learn all that he learned? Where does a suburban white kid learn about graffiti and hiphop and the happening scene? He discovered it and it became his passion. Google his name and see his influence. He succeeded in his passions. 4. Enthusiasm releases the drive to carry you over obstacles and adds significance to all you do.  Surfing, was a huge passion while it produced plenty of highs, it also brought him peace. He went to the ocean every year as he was growing up, starting at 4 months at Nags Head, North Carolina. He would stay out in the water for hours upon hours on his boogie board, sometimes to the concerns of his friends and his family. The ocean surfing, fishing his passions. Surfing provided a real high, but peace as well. We must overcome the notion that we must be regular...  He worked hard for what HE wanted and not for what those around wanted FOR him. Patrick was truly his own person. 5."I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide, Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume and the seagulls crying.  The sea calls. It called Patrick. He traveled all over the world with his surfboard saw many new countries, cultures and magnificent beauty. He, to some extent, lived for his adventures which had a significant affect on his outlook towards life. 6. A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.  He returned home always. Always. He loved his family and his friends and his life. Yes, the ocean and surfing were like magnets to him but he was also dedicated to the success of Mass Appeal, and Colossal Media and to the well being of his friends and family. It was clear that Patrick had a path to follow but it had to be his path, not what might be typical of kids in this area he shaped his own destiny. He always marched to the beat of his own drummer, which gave him much satisfaction and inner peace. 7. Did Patrick choose the normal  way to lead his life? Absolutely it was normal for him. He did what many WANT to do in their lives, as Robert Frost so eloquently said: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I  I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Yes, Paddy. You have made an amazing difference your influence, as shown by the many Mass Appeal tributes, is remarkable and tremendously impressive. We are all so incredibly proud of you. But the most important thing that I want to say Paddy, is that you were the absolutely best son and brother anyone could wish for. I adore you and miss you enormously and pray for your spirit being with us always. I love you Paddy.

Drew

After spending the summer with Lauren in Rockaway this is what I gathered about the surfing culture, which Patrick was completely immersed in. It is not much but I thought I would post it for everyone to see. Although I never met you Pat, I feel like I know you so well and I will always think about you. Drew Off of the Subway and Into a Wave On Rockaway Beach in Queens one can experience a completely different aspect of New York from the traditional raucous, unmitigated assault on the eardrums that Manhattan and Brooklyn typically offer. As the sun bursts from the horizon, so do dozens of citizens, with boards and wetsuits in hand, from the subway cars stopping at Beach 98th Street. No words are exchanged between the passengers as they exit the doors and head for the serene blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean, for they already realize their unspoken connection in the search for the perfect wave and the perfect escape from reality. It seems that most of these men and women have the addiction to the water as their only connections to one another because the surfers come from all walks of life. Just as New York is a melting pot of people, so is the surfing community that meets in Rockaway. Floating on top of the dark blue water can be a mix of colors as beautiful as the fish swimming underneath- black, brown, yellow, red, and white. The waves are available to anyone who can acquire a board, so a millionaire with a custom designed Al Merrick short board can swim alongside a high school student with a rented QuikSilver long board. Although it may be their only connection, the lust to surf covers the eyes of the surfers with a blue tint and stands as the only requirement to gain acknowledgment and respect from one s fellow riders. The rise in popularity of surfing around the globe and in the city of New York speaks to the desire of many to detach themselves from the world of consumption and technology. All day long it is almost impossible to escape the barrage of industrial, advertising, and human noise in the city, but as soon as he rests his stomach upon the floating board the surfer is surrounded by the sweet, delicate symphony of the breaking waves. In the center of the commodity culture that we live in today, many people find their release in the waves gently washing onto the sands of Rockaway Beach. While their neighbors and friends may fall asleep with their minds full of unfinished work at their jobs or a favorite sitcom that they were able to watch, the surfers in New York can sleep soundly with their souls full of the cultural escape that they experienced. Even for a brief hour, a surfer can be reminded of what is really important in a world of brick and stone and glass- the sand and the water.

Lauren Elasik

I love you, Pat. I know you're watching over all of us and taking special care of me-I appreciate it so much. I love you always, Love Laurs

Graceone

Just a touch in to say hello, and thanks Lauren for tuning in and bringing acknowledgment to this day. Much love and amazing fullness of life to all of us who were awakened and profoundly touched - in whatever way we were, through Patricks presence, friendship, and burning approach to what lie in front of him. Life and now the passing beyond. My humblest and highest thanks and honor to that which is the great mystery... to the transitions of life and death that move us to our depths to emerge again with new awareness...stronger for having felt it like that. Patrick Sire Elasik-may our amazing love for you and wonderment of this wave of your souls journey keep us constantly awake and wide eyed to ourselves and to each new moment that we take a breath and stand HERE in this wave of our souls journey. I'm find life to be trully miraculous. I love loving you and the gift of each moment that I stop, no matter how briefly, to sense your presence. I sense your presence. Love you Patricio - sweetladyGrace

Suzi Slye Elasik

Dear Pat, Today is 6 months since we said our "goodbyes" to you. ... yet, there are, and never will be any real goodbyes -- for we will see you again in Heaven! You know you are in our hearts forever. You always knew and cherished that your Dad had that unconditional love for you. I remember how he always told you how proud he was of you. That bond, that love and support from your Dad -- you always joyfully carried in your heart wherever you were, when you walked among us. You and your Father shared the best! It gives him great peace now. We miss you with all our hearts and we know you are all around us. Much love,Suzi Slye Elasik

mars

Pat, although we only hung out here and there with no consistency I still can't help feel your power as a free spirited individual. When you started MA i thought it was so tight and respected how you had the game figured out in your head the whole time. Blessings to your fam and soul that endures.

Norma

I saw amazing pictures of Padang Padang in this year's Bali sessions. Ulu to Bingin - these are the surf spots you visited all alone in your '02 trip to Bali and Thailand, less than a year after Sept 11th. My God you were so powerful and fearless, Patrick, and I am honored to have been close to you. You are my driving force, inspiring every choice I make in life and I know you are here for all of us. I am forever grateful and will keep your spirit alive by making a difference in this life - as you would have expected me to. Thank you for inspiring all of us Dutes. We love you so very much. Love, Norma

mom

Dear Paddy, I want to thank you for never forgetting Valentine's Day, which was so very special to me, because your mom was only one of many you remembered on that day. Your cards were usually not overly sentimental, but always on time often arriving by $11 express mail. And I will never forget the card you sent one year with Happy Birthday Mom scratched out, and Happy Valentine's Day inserted; you were never one to spend a long time in the card shop picking out just the right card--but you always remembered, for which I am forever grateful. On Valentine's Day, and every day, I love you with all my heart and miss you more than words could ever express. with all my love, mom

Anonym

hey pat been a long time. think about stuff, about you, about how it all played its self out and i still get sad, you use to say, 'shit happens' you use to have such a relaxed thing about you, mr cool, ha? always cool. i wish i got under your skin more, i wish i could have. the sad thing is, life goes on, what ever that means. sometimes i dream about you, i see you like you are really standing in front of me, your hair is long and you got tea in your hand, a tea drinker, who would have thought it? i miss u, i had plans for u, (i know, we all did) :) anyway, we never really 'have' anyone for very long, before u know it, life comes along and changes things, just as you think you got it all worked out. you just never know, every moment is so...so...i miss u babe, i miss our possiblity.

Grace

Just taking a moment to acknowledge the one year wave since Patricks death. We're offered just so many moments to drop into the depths of how much we love one another (all of us). Reminding the you within me to take some time to celebrate and thank those who we are walking our various paths with. Pats death came as such a surprise to all of us. I recently spent time in Mississippi and New Orleans helping in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Pretty intense and shocking reminder of how quickly life as we know it can shift. In honor and acknowledgment of Pat I'd love to encourage you who might be reading this to take some intentional time to thank someone you love...just for being around. Spread the wave of positivity and vibrant energy. "Some people are learning to die and some people are yearning to fly..as for me I'm learning to fly!" Love you Patricio... feel you everywhere. Give thanks for our connection. Look forward to the moment when I recognize those eyes again. No matter what form you are in....I'll rememeber! You know how we do. You're so present in my heart! -G

Joanne Carolino

One year has gone and I miss you terribly. You're one in a million. You were always there when I needed someone to talk to, that means a lot to me. It can be hard to connect to people in NYC or even with people you knew for several years in your life, but man... I enjoyed just kicking it with you when we were young and care free and when we were maturing and trying to figure out things in our own lives. Personally, I've experienced some triumphs and dissappointments and its been difficult to deal with because in life you can only express your deepest feelings to certain people with out them judging you. Yeah you gave me some crazy ass feed back, gave me a crazy look...like "what the fuck " or gave me some advice that you wouldn't take yourself.... But you never judged me and you always listened and remained my friend. Thanks for being a real friend and loving my crazy ass. You know that I love you as well! RIP SIRE 365

Steve Losey

Even though I hung out with Pat sometimes at Woody's house, I didn't know him all that well, and I truly regret that now. He cracked me up and I remember having a good time when he was around. Pat, I'm proud of what you accomplished. If I make it to 100 years and live half the life you did in 26 short ones, I'll die a happy man. Adios.

Jed

To my bro Paddy, It always hurts to lose someone from your community. A community is a piece of your life and its members are your brothers and sisters. To lose a community member is like losing a part of your life, your childhood and history. But there are different types of communities. There s family, friends, classmates, colleagues and many others. The feeling is the strongest when a person represents a part of more than just one community. I have many communities that I m a part of and I d fit Patrick in at least four of them: neighbor, childhood friend, extended family and those of us that always marched to the beat of our own drummers. I have more in common with Patrick than anyone realizes. Beyond the fond memories and close family ties, I identified with Patrick on a much deeper level. Patrick was a tree where shrubs weren t supposed to be able to grow. The rose that grew from the concrete. I was never supposed to graduate high school and go to college. Patrick didn t have to. When schoolteachers told that I d never make it, I replied defiantly Yes I will . When Patrick was told he d never make it, he never said a word. He just went and he MADE IT. When I made a band out of broken instruments and acted impressed with myself, Patrick made symphony orchestra out of a logpile and just shrugged his shoulders. He anticipated success and had the vision. From skateboarding to graffiti to snowboarding to surfing to Hip-Hop, he did it before anyone else around. He was the pioneer &and the leader of the gang. Adrenalin was his trademark. Things were cool because Patrick did them. He had his eye out to the world when most of us hardly looked beyond our own neighborhoods. He was planning his life when most of us were just discovering what life was. He was the Sunny Hill Kid that became a New York King. He was an underground superstar and asphalt pioneer carrying a skateboard in one hand and spray-paint can in the other. He was the poster-child of the graffiti culture. He was Planet Caravan meets Nirvana meets House of Pain. His life-story would be an urban legend if it wasn t actually true. He was an artist who created an empire out of the skills schoolteachers thought were worthless. He outdid them all. If only they knew who that kid really was sitting in front of them. In less than 27 years of life, he accomplished more than most will in an entire lifetime. He was from my community, our community of Special Ed misfits. The kids they babysat instead of taught. The gold they threw away not knowing what it was. Patrick knew what he was worth and he lived life the way it was supposed to be lived &with no fear of failure. He was a kid who lived on the edge, but didn t have any edge to his personality. Only kindness. I spent half my life hearing my siblings ask me why I couldn t be as nice and loving a brother as Patrick was. And I spent the other half of my life trying to be before realizing that I just couldn t. But even when we fall short, we can always aspire. Patrick was a big brother and an inspiration to me. A quiet person who set an example, never knowing (or acting like he knew) how much his life inspired others. I saw what he accomplished and it made me believe more in myself. He was one of the few in our classes that never let anyone else s definitions define him. He defined himself and his life. This world is a trial. I believe that G-d has a plan for each of us to come to this earth and accomplish something special with our lives. He doesn t just give us things. He makes us work for them. He doesn t force us to live a certain way. He gives us free will to make our own choices. Instead of making it easy, he wants to make it hard, so that we can go out to prove our worth to him. We must demonstrate that we made the choice to be divine. When G-d s 100% convinced what choice we ve made, he takes us back in to that warm place. I believe G-d was convinced about Patrick. Certainly all of us who loved and admired him were convinced. They say that when a soul leaves this world, a part of it stays with those who it touched. For you Patrick, I ll take that courage, drive, humility and self-assuredness that you embodied and try to make it my own. I ll take that ball you carried on behalf of all our peers and try to run it just a little further. I ll try to be the role model to others that you were to me. Always your disciple, Jed (aka "Jsmoov")

Sally

Just stopping by to wish you a happy birthday. I wish you could see the magazine now, because it looks different. I always try to imagine what your opinion might be when I am working on it. It is especially hard when we're doing something that I know you would like. I guess that was the nature of our relationship when you were alive, so that is the aspect of it that I miss most. Of course, I see everyday how much your friends miss and love you. But for me, I miss working with you most. Anyway, I'm thinking of you, your friends and your family on your birthday.

Norma

hi dutes, i miss you terribly. i made a big move recently and you would have been very proud of me. every single advice you gave me i am putting into effect now. if only i knew the amount of time i had with you here on earth things would be so different. but it is so stupid to think that way. i can never thank you enough for being a part of my life and how much i've changed because of you. you would be proud of your magazine and the foundation you've created for the success of others including myself. you are my true hero and i hope that when it's my time, you'll greet me at the gates of heaven. until then, may you enjoy your rest and surf in any destination you so choose. i love you so much.

Intern...

Rest In Power Patrick..Big Sire One.. your memory lives on..98 to infinity.. http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/TruckChevy/img656.jpg