Evolution 2

Annnd the Golden Girl/Grey Lady. Hilbers is killing it.

Evolution 1

As I both improve and evolve, in regards to my surfing, I have also gotten more in tune with what I like in a board and where I want to go. In the interest of my continued evolution, I made a decision to sell my Mini Zombie for a different style of ride with more of a hull-ish feel and ordered a Hot Generation from Brian Hilbers, via Pilgrim Surf and Supply.

While discussing the HG with Brian, I mentioned that I was interested in potentially ordering a pig from him at some juncture and HE mentioned that Pilgrim had one that he had shaped which is based off a board that was a favorite of Reynolds Yater and I promptly sold my noserider.

I drove down to Brooklyn to pick both up yesterday. Pilgrim is owned by former Mollusk Brooklyn owner and artist Chris Gentile. Both he and employee Eric(sorry I didn't catch the last name) were fantastic in regards to ordering and then going in to get the boards. The shop has a great vibe, Chris is very welcoming and knowledgable and he is dedicated to stocking great hand shapes that work on this coast.

Without further ado, here's part one of the board porn. I present the Hot Generation:

Look for the pig in the above post.

Monday Tuneage

The Originator recorded it in 1955. The Yardbirds...they done it and The Sonics...they done it but my new manic favorite version comes courtesy of The Litter because my vinyl copy of Distortions showed up last week.

Something Wicked...

Where to begin...?

The below shots were taken in my new Fortress of Solitude.

A little Gansett. Some tunes on the turntable and a clean-up of the Mini Zombie beyond the normal gnarly wax removal. Prep for the new owner. Why? Why would I part with the fantastic MZ? Well, something wicked this way comes, courtesy of Brian Hilbers and I had to fund it somehow. I'll call it...evolution of where I'm headed.

In the meantime, my Mayo is in the shop getting some dings sealed up and also potentially on the way to the gent that bought my MZ. See above. I'm just waiting on the call from Pilgrim.

Have I been boardless? Nay. My homeboy Tony blessed me with a loaner from his collection, an 8' 4" Rusty egg. The rails aren't exactly my steeze(70/30 Me nah like da downrail stylee) but it was able enough in the waist to chest stuff I was out in yesterday. Still and all...I'm fiending to get the new sleds in the water.

Norton Needs Help!

Ironic that in my last post, I mentioned that I had just ordered a copy of the Pretty Things first album from Norton Records...and then Sandy touched down. A day or two after the storm and I came across the news that Norton got hit...hard. Their warehouse took some serious damage and their loss has been heavy.

Here is the story: http://nortonville.blogspot.com/

I didn't know that my order would even go through after what happened and lo and behold, it was waiting for me when I got home yesterday. Considering what they're dealing with down there, I consider that an amazing feat and one that amply demonstrates their loyalty to their customer base.

I'm a bit far away, otherwise I would definitely volunteer my time to help this amazing label out. As it stands, I'm doing what I can by getting the news out and then ponying up a small donation.

If you can help out in any way...do it!

So Pretty

See a pattern here? Lots of British r&b, beat and freakbeat stuff in heavy rotation right now. I finally got the basement cleared out and set up my turntable. Pretty Things 180 gram vinyl on the way from Norton Records soon...

Savage Young Sorrows

Unbelievably ace.

New Old Stuff

New to me...but positively ripping.

Going Up

El Meezy Would Go

Do you still get that feeling? The one where you're so excited to get to the break that the almost nervous energy is palpable. You can keep yourself from hyperventilating a little but you have to think about it. That was me, this evening.

I sometimes stash my board at work and run to The Local if it's working. While a lot of my sessions are dawn patrols, my actual favorite time of the day to surf is just before dusk. The sun starts dipping in the sky and if you're lucky, it's completely clear and you watch the sky change colors. Beautiful hues of orange, purple and red and you're out in the water. Sometime I stay out just to the point where I almost can't see what's coming at me, because at that moment, I'm in church and my mind is clear.

When I got to The Local, there wasn't a soul in the water. Not a soul, because it was windy and there wasn't much going on in the way of waves. I told myself that it looked like there was a peak down by "The Bath House". Pity that the company doing work on the causeway has once again closed that section of parking as they drag out that state contract as long as they can because maybe then I could have just parked down that end of the beach and seen if there was an actual peak. However, maybe I would have decided it wasn't worth it and turned around and left. If I did that, I wouldn't have made the long walk down towards that end and I would have missed how the wind was blowing hard enough to make the dry sand blow across the damp, packed stuff in tendrils that reminded me of images in Lawrence of Arabia. I wouldn't have had the place all to myself. I wouldn't have caught that one right that peeled properly because the wind slacked at the right time and I wouldn't have taken the opportunity to paddle back to the parking lot and really pay attention to how I moved through the water.

You see, sometimes it's not just about getting out there when it's pumping or even reasonably "good". Sometimes, you just have to go.

Get Shacked

We are fortunate to have a wonderful and gracious friend, who, for the sake of the tale, I'll refer to as "Ella Din"(her self-chosen nom du stuff). She and her family have a vacation house in Wells, Maine that we score an invite to every year when Ella has the place solo.

We went up a couple weeks ago to spend the night. Whenever I find myself crossing into NH and then Maine, I immediately feel an immediate sense of calm and relaxation(even though I remain a fairly mellow fellow). As always, our time there was well spent in the company of fun folks, indulging in good food, drink and conversation.

I scored Thing 1 a shorty wetsuit at Liquid Dreams in Ogunquit and the young man rode his first wave on the front of the Mayo. I got in a couple of sessions, one small and closed out due to some seriously stiff offshores and the other, much bigger and closed out, due to some seriously stiff offshores. C'est la vie. Thing 1 rode his first wave!

The title refers to another of my favorite pastimes, the seeking out of the best local seafood/clam shacks in the area to sate my palate. In this case, our friend Ella suggested a spot we hadn't been to before, the Fisherman's Catch in Wells. Following the adage that the juice is worth the squeeze or, the whole taking of the path less traveled deal, Fisherman's Catch is worth looking for. I went for the handpicked lobster roll, which was as it should be, mostly meat with just a hint of mayo on a grilled hot dog roll and some seriously delicious chowder. My palette was schooled in what makes a proper chowder by no less a connoisseur than my Pops, who can taste a canned clam a mile away. I think he would've given the chowder at Fisherman's Catch the nod. The season is almost over, however, so if you're going to check it, get there soon.

I think we're going to start a "cottage fund"(in addition to a college fund). We need more time up there.

A Tale of Two Sessions

The good fall swell continued this weekend and I actually managed to get out both yesterday morning as well as this morning. Both sessions, interestingly enough, started out kind of frustrating...close-outs with no shoulder to speak of. Basically it was one turn and then you ate shit but on both days, it got better as the tide backed off and I got some great rides.

In typical bass-ackwards fashion, I rode what should have been the wrong board on both days. Yesterday, I was on the Mini-Zombie and the waves were a bit softer and a little smaller. I should have been on the Mayo to get in earlier but I wound up sitting further in and scouted out a great little peak that was fun as hell. Today, it was bigger, steeper and had more power, so of course I rode the Mayo, ostensibly because I wanted to get in earlier, although the wind was standing them up enough that some serious paddling was required to get in and the Mini-Zombie probably would have been better for the drops. I guess the old adage of "archer not arrow" was proven true.

Still and all, the next "arrow" that I have my eyes on and will hopefully be ordered this winter/early spring and from all my research, may be the best of both worlds. Length to get in earlier and foiled out for speed and maneuverability. In a word...a Sam. Dig:

Jonesing.

More Warm Water

one surfed over the sea horse nest. from Drew Miller on Vimeo.

What's in the Fridge?

My weight class, as regards beer snobbery, hovers around middleweight. While I've always held an appreciation for different kinds of beer, I often stuck to old stand-bys until I discovered Pretty Things' "Jack D'Or" and found myself going further and further down the rabbit hole that is craft beer. I even attended my first beer event in Somerville back in July put on by DrinkCraftBeer. So while I still keep Gansett readily available, I also find myself prowling Blanchards and our Whole Foods for new offerings.

The middleweight thing? Simple. Taste being subjective, I like what I like. Honestly, I'm not fond of IPA's. Uber hoppy, chewy offerings are never going to find a spot in my fridge, however complex flavors are welcome. I've had a membership at BeerAdvocate for some time but I've never reviewed a beer and discussed the mouth feel, carbonation, etc. I may give that sort of thing a shot here.

Much to my dismay and upon entering my favorite aforementioned spirits emporium, Blanchards, with my partner in crime, Thing 1 in tow(he comes for the lollipop hookup) I see a proliferation of pumpkin ales. Don't get me wrong, I am fond of pumpkin ales. Southhampton Publick House, for example, makes one of my favorites. But it's not quite Fall yet! We're not out of August and Oktoberfest offerings are starting to pop up! Leaves are still on the trees! Labor Day has not hit just yet! Therefore, I refuse to stop drinking Summer style beers until they're gone from the shelves!

With that segue, I present Mayflower Brewing Company's, Summer Rye Ale. I originally had it on draft at a local establishment I have been known to haunt from time to time. I found it tasty then and tastiness always merits another visit. Ok. It's described as: "The ultimate summer session beer, brewed with pilsner, rye and wheat malts and plenty of American hops, this beer is dry and spicy with mild and fruity bitterness." Damn. That's what I was going to say. In any case, it's appearance, poured into my favorite Schlitz goblet is a pale, cloudy straw with a one finger head that dissipates slowly. I'd say it's got medium carbonation, mouth feel is pleasant with a fairly clean dry finish and I do detect hints of fruit and spices. The first things coming to mind are banana and a hint of cloves.

This is a definite summer session beer, perfectly at home out on your front porch with some shrimp and scallop skewers cooking on the grill. With a low ABV of 3.80, you can certainly have a few. Thing 1, known to cadge the occasional small sip, bestowed a hearty rating of "that's good!" and I concur.

Unfortunately, their offerings are confined to MA but if you find yourself in my neck of the woods and Summer Rye is in season, give it a try.













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Thing 1

It was once opined to me by a person that shall remain nameless, that it was not out of the realm of possibility to have more than one, "love of your life". Being of the belief that as far as we know(barring reincarnation or parallel universe scenarios) we're only given one life, naturally, I promptly dismissed the notion as completely ludicrous(and voiced that opinion). Four years ago I was forced to rethink that conceit.

Thing 1 came into our lives and upon viewing him on the warming table after my wife labored for 23 hours to deliver him, it was love at first sight(I also marveled at his full head of hair). He and his brother remind me constantly that you can indeed have other "loves of your life".

So Happy Birthday, little boy! Every day you've been with us has been a treasure and I look forward to our continued adventures together. I still owe you a wetsuit and boogie board but maybe we'll just skip straight to a softop next year.

Dad

barry and the remains "once before"

They coulda been contenders.  Not only did The Remains form in MA but they also opened up for The Beatles at one point.  Great band.

ALEX KNOST | CENTRAL AMERICA from RVCA on Vimeo.

Another Knost video? Yeah. I thought about it for a moment, lest anyone get the impression that I'm jocking a bit too much, but then I remembered that I don't give a damn. Dude has one hell of a cutback, not to mention, the inclusion of Count Five's seriously ace cut "Psychotic Reaction" as background music makes this a no brainer. Enjoy.

Surfing Dads and a Soltice Session

I've been fortunate to meet a small but elite cadre of surfing Dads in New England and on Father's Day, we took full advantage of our collective "carte blanche" status(being Dads and all)and regardless of the one blemish on my spotless record of rousing myself on time for the dawn patrol(still up by 5AM), we headed North. Our advance scout, Ed, let us know that "insert secret-ish spot here" was in fine form and the four of us spent 3 hours enjoying some really fun, waist to chest-ish sized waves in the midst of a spread out, but sizeable crowd. Party waves, Jay riding in my wake and exhorting me to make those last two steps that would allow me to dangle some toes(I'm working on it) and plenty of stoke followed by breakfast burritos at Secret Spot(not so secret) in NH made for a decidedly memorable Father's Day. I look forward to continuing the tradition in years to come and hopefully bringing the boys along at some spot. We had a good run of swell and even though the above photo was taken before a sunrise session at my local, I thought I would throw it in there as I spent last night on some very small but fun waves at said local with a surprise guest. A friend of mine and my wife's was passing by in the midst of a move to her new townhouse and had to pick up her board at her old apartment. She did a spot check, saw me suiting up and joined me out in the water where we played the occasional game of slaloms around the myriad speed bumps(swimmers). The tiny peelers kept coming and we stayed until the sun was a red ball on the horizon. Not a bad start to the summer.

Thoughts on Transportation

My current whip is a 2005 Subaru Forester. I got it after Thing 1 was born and I needed something that would accommodate a car seat a bit better than my beloved little ’98 Nissan Pick-up. Additional needs: cargo space, good to decent fuel mileage and racks to strap boards to (natch). I dig my car. My wife dug my car. She dug it so much that when it came time to dump her Saturn, she bought one. Tres dorky, I know. Fly in the buttermilk? Quite frankly, the backseat isn’t exactly cavernous. This was fine with one kiddo and then Thing 2 joined the ranks. Sometimes an extra person joins us and we are left to either caravan or someone has to wedge themselves in between two car seats. This isn’t exactly optimal for longer trips. I’ve begun pondering a bigger ride, although the Subie will be paid off next year and I plan to enjoy not having a car payment for at least the following year before I move to get something else….but I’m looking. The moment I started researching vehicles and mentioning it to people, the quips started. Both sisters sneered, “Gonna get a mini-van?” The Bollocks: “Just don’t get a mini-van.” And on and on. Let me point something out. I think in terms of function over form when it comes to certain things. That’s part of the reason I ride longboards. Besides the fact that thruster riding has nothing to do with what I like about surfing and that I find it be stylistically butt ugly, the bottom line is, the potato chip thruster has practically zero functionality in 85-90% of the waves we get on this coast and most dudes look pretty silly trying to make them work in knee to waist high beach break. I digress. When it comes to cars, I’m about function. I tote a lot of stuff around. I want something that will tote said stuff and has a good sound system. I don’t give a shit about luxury cars. Beemers don’t impress me. If I ever wanted a toy, it would probably be an SS El Camino or something like that or an old Ford Fairlane wagon. What I’m taking a lot of time in saying is…I need a van. Time to rant. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why we can’t get over here the cool little vans you can get in Japan and Europe. They don’t all run on diesel. I mean, shit, I could care less about the supposed “stigma” of driving a mini-van. They’ve got more cargo space and a nicer ride than some of these behemoth, gas guzzling SUV’s that are supposedly cooler and they’re probably more comfy to sleep in. And you can fit more people in them. Rob Gilley’s got it figured out: http://www.surfermag.com/blogs/rob-gilley/ode-to-the-man-van/ From a purely aesthetic perspective, why can’t the mini-vans look a little more like…vans? The ones in Asia and Japan look like vans. You know, the whole mini-bus camper thing. I’d look at the Euro Van but that thing is a piece of junk. Apparently VW had a micro bus concept car but scrapped it. Why? If mini vans looked a bit more like vans, maybe dudes wouldn’t feel funny about driving them. I don’t know. I’ll probably wind up with a Honda Odyssey or something and you know what? I’ll probably love it.

Punk Saturday

70's stylee reminiscent of stuff like The Buzzcocks, and LA dudes The Weirdos. Pogo you clowns. Otherwise...surfed one cleanish day during a string of shit conditions and had my remaining wisdom teeth yanked. Nitrous.

Stay Involved

Observations on the Dawn Patrol

The Dawn Patrol. Admittedly, in my pre-child and even pre-married days, I was not exactly a fixture at the beach until the sun was well in the sky. That all changed with the arrival of Thing 1 when chances were good that I was awake at that hour anyways, dealing with a feeding or a changing. Not to mention that if I wanted to be fair to my better half, it was always better to arrive home with a good portion of the day intact. This becomes doubly true now that Thing 2 is in the picture. For the record, he turned one in April and is now staggering around the house with a drunken Frankenstein gait and climbing stairs.

On some levels, having two kids should put early morning sessions in jeopardy, strictly from the standpoint that with the general lack of sleep I get, I do my best to eke out even a few precious minutes of sack-time in the morning. It was my observation this morning, however, that the opportunity to go play in the ocean ensures that even if the alarm going off at 4 in the AM should inspire me to repeatedly hit the snooze button, it’s the opposite that is true. I have no problems getting up and getting myself out the door by 4:45 to race up to the local before work. In any case…the wind was standing them up for so long this morning that there were more close-outs than clean faces. Regardless, I appreciated the fact that the sun made an appearance after way too many days of rain. Pre-surf amplitude provided by The Mummies, “Death by Unga Bunga”. Post surf drive to work chill out courtesy of Johnny Cash “Live at San Quentin”. I need some tea.

Slides

No pictures but a before work session at The Local was extremely fun. The Mayo Softail is a great all-around log, in my humble opinion and it holds a high-line like nobody's biz.

RIP Adam Yauch

It feels like a piece of my youth died. Rest in Peace MCA.

I love these guys.

East Coast baby.

Yessir.

More Style Files

Good surfing and some good comedy too. Damn I want to check out Noosa.

MP - RIP

Heavy Rotation - The Bellrays

Yet another, "Back in LA" story. While I was still out there, round about 2001, I was chatting with Phil(see the Flamin' Groovies post)on the phone. He had yet to depart Boston for the West. In that conversation he told me how he had heard this song by the "Del Rays" on WMBR in Cambridge and he thought they were LA based. "Check em out man." Well alright. I was back then as I am still now always on the hunt for good tunes, so...

After a little looking, I found that the band was not the "Del Rays", but "The Bellrays" and they were actually the opening band for a headliner at Spaceland that weekend. Cool. Without having heard any of their tunes, off I went. On came some serious rock dudes fronted by a black woman with a killer afro. The night got real interesting. My slats got kicked in not only by the absolute fury of the music but the soul that screamed from the woman's mouth. Instant comparisons: The MC5 fronted by Tina Turner. The Stooges fronted by Aretha. All I know is that they were so damn good, so damn tight, so damn KILLER that when lead singer Lisa Kekaula screamed out, "Are you ready to testify?!" my response was a delirious, "OHHH YEAH!!"

I couldn't even stick around for the headliner. In my opinion, there was just no way in hell that whoever went up next was going to follow or even hold a candle to the show I had just seen. I stopped at the merch table, bought a cd and went home.

The next day, another friend and my writing partner at the time, Rob, stopped by. Rob is from Queens, another avid music fan and the man that turned me into a serious hip hop fiend(which is another story altogether). At the time, Rob, although well versed in a lot of genres was only just starting to really dig on rock music and he was real particular in terms of what he liked. "Hey dude. Check this out." I threw the cd in and a wall of feedback came roaring out. Rob looked at me like I had lost my mind, playing this crap for him. I held up a finger. Wait for it. And Lisa's voice came roaring out and Rob's jaw dropped, "Who the fuck is THIS!!" Right.

And that's my story of how I discovered The Bellrays. I saw them plenty of times out there and even though these days, their sound is a little less rough around the edges, they still kill it.

Post Script - The headlining act that I skipped that night? The White Stripes before they blew up. Nope. I don't regret it. And I still maintain my stance from that night. They weren't going to fade The Bellrays. Sorry.

Are you ready to testify?

My Trip

Behold New Englanders! I will bring the weird and the wonderful to slash, burn and pillage the breaks! The pop-out riders, the ill-equipped shoulder hoppers and the(PTOOIEE!!)sweepers will gape with uncomprehending terror at the handshapes that I plan to unleash(Well, I might get some questions in the parking lot)! Look upon me grovelers and DESPAIR! El Meezy's(I shall refrain from referring to myself in the third person in the future. It just seemed apropos here.)wallet is a trifle thin at the moment but rest assured...additions to my quiver are being planned.

Warm Water

Been there...and I want to go back.

Involved

Heavy Rotation - Flamin' Groovies

My buddy Phil has known me since I was 18…college days. He’s still on the West Coast and I enjoy our rambling conversations about the state of politics, film, music we’re listening to… In one of our last conversations, I put this forth, “Hey man, you ever get into the Flamin’ Groovies?” Phil, who has forgotten more about music than most people will ever know, responded, “You know what man? Nah, I never really got into those dudes.” Neither did I and I think that sort of sums up their career, which is a shame. They were dipping their toes into the old school 3 minute song format in a time of shambolic dreck at the same time that the Stooges and MC5 were doing their thing and managed to get completely overlooked by a lot of people.

Perusing the Norton Records site a while back, I came across “Slow Death”. These were some self recordings that the band made in the wake of Roy Loney’s departure from the group. Chris Wilson had taken over on vocals and the band had not yet abandoned the “American Stones” raunch rock stylings of Teenage Head and Flamingo in favor of their later British Invasion/Byrds-ish pop stylings. Slow Death was apparently a demo of sorts as the band was shopping for a new label and Great Caesar’s Ghost(!) was I blown away. It opens with “Sweet Little Rock and Roller” and keeps building. It’s as raw and primal as it gets. See the video of them doing “Slow Death” in France(1972) so I don’t have to continue sermonizing.



I ain’t done.

About a week ago I wandered into Newbury Comics and came across Teenage Head in their $5.99 bin. Ah-ha! More Groovies. The disc has barely left my car. On this one, they’re in full R&B/Blues rock mode a la Sticky Fingers Stones and if you believe the liner notes, Mick thought the Groovies did the better job. I don’t know if I necessarily buy into that bit of hyperbole but the rockers on this disc hit hard(see "Have You Seen My Baby" - a cover of a Randy Newman tune of all things!) and they breathe lots of energy into old standards like “32-20”.



Discovering these guys once again provides ample proof that there are still gems out there waiting to be found, even by those of us that too often resemble the characters in High Fidelity.

He's Back!

Yesterday was the very business at The Local. Solid waist to stomach and occasionally a bit bigger on the sets. I thought it was going to be smaller and so the Mayo Softail was the weapon of choice and it did everything from carving to holding high in the face while I perched on the nose. Again,I didn't get my toes over(it's like a mental block or something) but it was a damn good ride all the way through the inside section.

Heavy Rotation - RL Burnside

I discovered the Blues because of a paper I had to write for an American Music course I took at Emerson College many moons ago. I originally wanted to write about John Lee Hooker but couldn’t find enough material about him so BB King became my subject. Reading wasn’t enough and being the music addict that I am, I started listening. I didn’t become a dedicated Blues purist/snob but I knew what I liked and I learned enough to be able to request “Sweet Home Chicago” from a couple guys doing blues numbers at The Brotherhood of Thieves on Nantucket. Their relief that I wasn’t about to request a Buffet tune was palpable. I digress. My Blues collection never rose beyond some John Lee Hooker, some Muddy, some Howlin, a little Son House and some Robert Johnson(I always considered Bo Diddley more rock and roll) but I enjoyed what I had.

One day I walked into a little record store I used to frequent up on Ventura in The Valley (LA days) and came across an album featured on one of the store’s listening station. The album was Burnside on Burnside and after reading the album’s description as written by an enthusiastic employee of the shop, I slipped on the headphones…and my jaw hit my chest. I like uptempo. Yeah, in my quiet moments I may throw on some Bon Iver or Mark Lanegan but mostly…I like a bit of fury. Burnside on Burnside was Blues that I had never heard before. The insane drumming of RL’s grandson Cedric, Kenny Brown’s slide guitar and all through it RL’s bass-like voice, whipsaw guitar and Well, Well, Well’s. Fury. Fury that made you want to dance around like a maniac. And that was my intro to Mississippi Hill Country/Juke Joint Blues and to Fat Possum records.

I’ve since picked up other great stuff from Fat Possum. T Model Ford, Junior Kimbrough, Paul “Wine” Jones…Charles Caldwell…but RL and Burnside on Burnside remains my favorite. Dig, please.

Back

I am slack. Slack I am. No ripples have been ridden but hopefully Sunday will change all that.

In the meantime...

Friday Freakout - Gonn

Blackout of Gretely. Elicited a double take when I first heard it on Nuggets. Pure fuzz greatness. Dig it.

Irony

I hate the cold. Despite growing up in New England, I have never been a fan of winter. Now, I am grateful that by our standards, this has been a very mild winter but it also figures that the year I decide to nut up and get some better winter rubber and make a serious go of surfing year-round that wave cooperation hasn't been the best when I have the time to go. I haven't had a session since after Thanksgiving and I'm going a bit mental. I'm praying for a ripple this weekend...somewhere...anywhere.

Friday Freakout with The Dirtbombs

Between stomach bugs and epic flatness...there ain't much to report, so hell, let's dance.

Friday Freak Out - Zen Guerilla

Once upon a time, in my LA days, I went to see these cats at Spaceland. The Soledad Brothers opened up for them(and killed it). Zen Guerilla came on and this kid(who I later found out had a beef with lead singer Marcus Durant)starts booing them. Durant hauls the kid on stage and puts him in a semi-friendly headlock and keeps singing. The kid's drunk friend, leapt onto the stage and attacked Durant. At this point, all the band members drop their instruments and pummel the dude. Durant, nonplussed, gets back on the mic and declares that they have to keep going and they then proceeded to blow the doors off the joint. Rock and by God Roll.

Thursday's Jam

Comedy Gold

Hilbers

Wait til the end. Heh.

Partner in Crime

We came not to surf but to throw rocks in the ocean(it's been flat anyways).

More Product Placement - Stuff I Like

Ahoy Surf Co. Quality handmade stuff. Not that I'll be using the trunks anytime soon but one can dream. Get some.

Product Placement

Use #702 for a Wax Buddy:



So you've got to clean out the fridge in your old apartment and are forced to scrape some "what the hell is that?" off the bottom? Yep. Wax Buddy. Not just for cleaning up boards. Look at that pristine interior!

No. I don't work for them.