o9/13/2oo8

Left, Center, Right

I am not a surf blog aficionado but I'll check a few here and there just to see what other people are doing and thinking. Mostly I just hover around Shipworm & Gribble and wait for them to announce something.
Lately, though, I have taken to hitting three blogs in particular for their quality content and different approaches to the process:

Left Coast: "Beer Can Beach" put out by some guy named Christian in L.A. Very mellow character, writes about being a normal joe surfer type in that craziest of counties.
Central (Quad) Coast: "The Fresh Aspect" put out by a fellow named Eric and delves into the finer points of midAmerican enjoyment, which includes, among other things I like to read about, surfing the Great Lakes. A pretty good bit of breath.
Right Coast: "Mastastico" penned and posted by Mr. Lentini out on the longer island and in a town I have enjoyed immensely in the last few years (although, he might point out, I know nothin about.) His blog is full of good links, nice vids and plenty of Ron Stoner love.

Anyhow, this has been a test of the emergency surf blog system. It was only a test. Had this been a real surf blog, it might have been a bad video featuring cruddy waves (see previous posts).

No one is going to value your time as much as you should. September hooky session and Long Beach run soundscape.

o9/o8/2008

Tony Jr. in Montauk

Antonio has been working up in Montauk this weekend. While normally I'd be biting my lip, apparently it has been pretty messy so far. Here are a couple frames of mess. Hopefully it will clean up for him today.

Everard says something small is better than nothing at all. I agree. Fun mid day times out at a long beach.

o9/o3/2oo8
Music: National Anthem of Libya

The Surf Magazines Don't Talk About Lapsed Catholics

A year ago, Antonio and I decided we'd make a film about surfing in New York. All shot on beautiful 16mm with long, thoughtful compositions concerning some of the more interesting and magical aspects of the process.
We contacted some subject matter, talked to some guys and then got real busy at work.
We haven't made that film yet.
We will.

A few months ago a friend of mine got real sick and I tried to imagine what it must feel like to be so sick. It got me thinking about surfing. And not surfing.
While making a film about it, Antonio looked over my shoulder and saw what I was up to and said, "hey, that looks pretty nice, do you want to use some stuff I shot?"
I looked at his footage and was blown away by how well it linked up with the original idea.

Anyhow, the end result of the collaboration has been accepted to the First Annual New York Surf Film Festival.
It's showing at the end of September at the Tribeca Theatre, immediately preceding Shaun Thompson's new film "Bustin' Down The Door," about the 'Roo/'Bok mid-70's assault on the North Shore.

Here is the link to buy tickets, if you want to see our work on the big screen.

The Great Rocky North, One Day Before The Swell Actually Hits

09/o1/2oo8
Music by M.Ward

It's like a new morning excuse. Thanks boy.

Morning with Stylemasters

Jersey Shore Body Womp

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Admittedly, quality takes a dip when we try to do too much with too little here at the Endless Bummer Surf Blog. But the point, for us, is to have a laugh and relax, regardless whether the footage is epic or even the connection tenuous.
That being said, here is this.

More Memories-As-Cautionary Tales from the Santa Cruz Bureau

Springtime 2oo4
Music by Charles Mingus

"I and the usual crew spent 3 days in Baja for Benji's bachelor party. Head high mostly empty surf all trip. I was out the whole time. Sam joined me now and then. Derol who's a good surfer, lives blocks from the beach and hasn't surfed in a decade, refused to surf with me. I begged, but Jon's diet of cigarette's and 'margs' was apparently too delicious.
After the trip we're back at the Conch and Derol finally gives in. 2 ft crap.
Sam, Derol and I. Tons of fun.
Afterward Tommy served us drinks at the Four Seasons bar, while Derol went on and on about how he loves surfing.
4 years later he hasn't surfed since."

Casa De Strillis

Springtime 2oo4
Music by Los Lobos

Jack sort of lived with Tommy down at the Conch a number of years back. He'd show up for a month or two at a time and pull Tommy out of bed and into the water. I reckon Jack just figured that part of the rent he paid was the right to pull Tommy out of bed and into the water.
Funny, Tommy lived in that house for a quite a while, with a full view of Rincon from his front yard, and I don't think he once paddled out at the point. What a guy.
Yesterday I was gifted a special sneak peak at the goofy goings on during that turbulent time.
And here, I gift it to you.

Picking Up Ty, Listening to Pretty Mexican Music

o6/29/2oo8
Music: early morning Overnight Music on WNYC from the above date. Live concert of two Mexican musicians playing this rad sound. I am researching now, but haven't found the tandem yet.

A flat ocean but a nice stretch to paddle.

o8/o3/2008
Music by currently anonymous-to-me super Hawaiian musicians from a vinyl to compact disc conversion Vivi Chu made for me three Thanksgivings ago.

The Jellies are Out, the Swell has Died. Call Out the Sweepers.

o8/o1/2008
Music by Steve Martin