Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Square Shadows

Shadows dance
Winter sunshine at Sunshine Beach.
Colours define the era
as shadows sweep in and out
of our days and nights
The only board that ever gave me
bloodied limbs and stitches
(fingers crossed).

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Fast & Square

Winter 2009

Winter 2009

Monday, February 8, 2010

The Lost Weekend

The good folks at iToons tell me that I have legally downloaded 470 tunes onto this lovely white computer. One of those tunes is called (deadset) "Bring Me the Head of Paul McCartney on Heather Mills' Peg (Dropping Bombs on the Whitehouse)". Yes I was pretty surprised that iToons would sell such a ditty, too. But when your band is called Brian Jonestown Massacre, bizarre song titles and album titles like Tepid Peppermint Wonderland seem normal. Lester Bangs would be proud.

Summer 2010

So what a surprise to find out that the BJM will be leaving their cyberspot on my computer - nuzzled in between Brian Cadd and the Brown Birds of Windy Hill - to visit Brinetopia to play at the The Lost Weekend from 5-7 March 2010. Also escaping my computer for The Lost Weekend will be The Gin Club and a bunch of others. Shame the BJM's friends-enemies Dandy Warhols won't be there. Fingers crossed for dry weather. Here's the blurb from the weatherwomen and weathermen:


Flood Summary
Issued at 7:11 PM on Sunday the 7th of February 2010

The following Watches/Warnings are current:
FLOOD WARNING FOR COASTAL STREAMS FROM GYMPIE TO THE NSW BORDER. 
FLOOD WARNING FOR DOGWOOD CREEK, BUNGIL CREEK, AND THE BALONNE RIVER
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE ALBERT RIVER 
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE CONNORS AND LOWER ISAAC, COMET AND DAWSON RIVERS
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE FLINDERS, NORMAN AND ADJACENT GULF RIVERS
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE LANDSBOROUGH, THOMSON AND BARCOO RIVERS
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE BULLOO RIVER
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE PAROO RIVER
FLOOD WARNING FOR THE WARD, LANGLO and LOWER WARREGO RIVERS
FLOOD WARNING FOR WYAGA AND YARRILL CREEKS AND THE WEIR RIVER 
For more information see: www.bom.gov.au/hydro/flood/qld.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Rusty x Pajero

Mitsubishi Pajero 4x4 - Noosa Festival 2008
Rusty Miller - First Point Noosa Festival 2009

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Corker x Woosley

Big shout to Corker, the first kid in our neighbourhood to ride a long board, to go to Noosa, to run away from home (year 7!), to hitchhike to Perth. In the words of Neil Young, "Long may you run". At one stage Corker used to drive around in a big V8 Ford nicknamed "Big Henry". Also known to drive unregistered ride on mowers massive distances on country back roads to get to the pub!
Corker's last board, now ridden by another, a beautiful Matt Kean remake of a Ray Woosley shape - 9'6" heavy volan glass, monster hatchet fin glassed in. Happy Birthday, champ.

Friday, February 5, 2010

STOP THE PRESSES!

You've heard the rumour on the street and in the lineup. You've seen the pixilated and shakey footage on YouTube, Vimeo, Myspot, Yourplace and iSaw. You've tapped out messages to your peeps using iArp on iPhoney to check the rumours. But there's been nothing in the surf mags. Can the rumours be true? Is it a hoax, like Brinetopia's wrestling king, Nacho Beastmeister?
Stop the presses! Yes it's now official.  It's OK to ride whatever surf craft you want in order to have a quality brine experience (aka FUN) and reconnect with your inner smile. Bodysurf with or without flippers (fins). Add a home-made or store bought handplane. Ride an airmat like Mr Greenough or Mr Pranaglider of 23Breaths fame. Do your own thang!
(Note: File picture bears no resemblance to Mr Pranaglider)

Let's be brutally honest here, the surf doesn't always crank like the sanitised perfection presented in surf mags. Sometimes it is uncrowded and perfect for a 6' 2" thruster with ample rocker, or a quad with a bat tail, or a swallow tail fish. Sometimes it's small but perfect for a slide on a big ole log. Have a good look around your local point break next time it's cranking. There'll probably be people of all ages on all kinds of craft. Even kneeboarders. Where are they in the mags? I don't have one, but go kneelos!
In the advertising world, we are increasingly being sold an "Us and Them" concept as if the universe is neatly divided into little tribes - ones that only ride shortboards or only ride long boards or only look and dress and drive a certain way. The mainstream surfing media loves market segmentation. They guesstimate what their "target demographic" is and then sell the concept to advertisers, whose team riders just so happen to grace the pages of said mags. 
Yes, I hear you say that they are the best riders in the world. Sure - based on some logo sponsored contests that some logo sponsored surfers can afford to attend but unsponsored surfers probably can't. And what about those logos all over their boards and bodies? Is it the manouver or the logo the mags want us to see? Just how many backlit and silouhette shots do you see in the surfing press these days? It's almost like subliminal advertising sneaking to override our better judgement.

We don't have to adopt the lifestyle or the products they are making a profit by selling to us, unless we want to.  That's we the masses - the average punters bobbing amateurishly in the brine. We the folks who can't really afford to attempt that death defying manouver for our mate's camera because we have to pay for our own boards and can't afford another broken one.
I have no beef with purveyors of quality surf products that enhance my experienec while I'm on this spinning blob of brine called Earth. But don't tell me how to think, look, dress, drive, ride. vote. I certainly won't be making my purchasing decisions based on a plethora of strategically placed logos.
Sometimes even a body board will do it.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Talking to a Stranger*

Roadside disasters and mechanical malfunctions are part of the lore of surfing. We all have a tale or three about surfaris gone wrong. It's strange how the distance of time make them more tolerable, funny even.

On Friday morning my deadly treadly bicycle decided to eat some broken glass resulting in a flat tyre in the middle of nowhere and the only prep I had was a mobile phone. So I ring home and get the boring sound of my own voice on a machine telling me that I can't get to the phone right now, while Ms Brine, obviously smarter than I, was sleeping in. Start walking and jogging while the summer sun beat down on my sweatiness. A tiny patch of rubber and I'm rolling again. And I'm taking the repair kit/pump now.
Photo: Hughie Winter 1972

I got up at 300am on Saturday to be the passenger on a weekend surfari to wet the fin(s) and witness mates H and Vita getting married. Before we were out of Brineville, the car was making malevolent sounds like a demon had possessed the engine. Needless to say we missed the surf and our mate's wedding. (Sorry H, you can drop in on Dean next time you see him on a wave!)

So yesterday I gave a stranger a $1000 to make sure our one and only surf wagon doesn't break down. Who knows what they did under that bonnet? About all I can manage is putting in the petrol and that radiator green stuff that used to be water (and free). At least the surf is still rolling in.
(* "Talking to a Stranger" was one of the first singles by Aussie band Hunters and Collectors and featured a bizarre film clip and a vast array of percussion instruments)