our friends, hailing under the alias of Bastard Lovechild of Rock n Roll, have been putting out some pretty radtown tunes in the past few years. I had the pleasure of witnessing them play a few years back and they knocked my pretty little striped socks clean off. anyways, check em out...
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
More Drinks, Less Lights
the cold unbearable for a man of my kind(it's racist,if you only knew me).
been a week + since i hit the water, i have the same dream every nite thou.
it starts with me walkin out to noosa from a house i guess i live in (only in my dream). I paddle out and its a crowded waist size day, supPper glass classic. i feel hi like which isn't much of a surprise. i sit patiently in the line up and i see Jai Lee he waves(of course). Now outside of my dreams Jai Lee is a big influence on me and he doesn't even know it, however in my dream he is just some fucker im gonna snake CUZ THIS IS MY DREAM SON! back to story: he waves and i nod nicely enough to still say fuck you...i see him paddle for a wave not today Jai your green polka print board shorts hold no power to the garments that im wearing. I fade Jai ever so sweetly into the white water and laugh cuz this is me out of a dream i like to snake people its all in good fun. I walk to the nose with Michael Jackson like footwork and proceed to hang heels...im naked except for a flower print button down shirt some white dude from idaho would where to hawaii on family vacation Jai Lee is frozen in time in waist deep water lookin at my penis
been a week + since i hit the water, i have the same dream every nite thou.
it starts with me walkin out to noosa from a house i guess i live in (only in my dream). I paddle out and its a crowded waist size day, supPper glass classic. i feel hi like which isn't much of a surprise. i sit patiently in the line up and i see Jai Lee he waves(of course). Now outside of my dreams Jai Lee is a big influence on me and he doesn't even know it, however in my dream he is just some fucker im gonna snake CUZ THIS IS MY DREAM SON! back to story: he waves and i nod nicely enough to still say fuck you...i see him paddle for a wave not today Jai your green polka print board shorts hold no power to the garments that im wearing. I fade Jai ever so sweetly into the white water and laugh cuz this is me out of a dream i like to snake people its all in good fun. I walk to the nose with Michael Jackson like footwork and proceed to hang heels...im naked except for a flower print button down shirt some white dude from idaho would where to hawaii on family vacation Jai Lee is frozen in time in waist deep water lookin at my penis
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
bluring the lines
i guess its finally time to put something intelligent on this site of ours. so get ready for the yoke to drip down your face as i crack on egg of knowledge on your head.
most of us have gone through alot in this wet world of ours we have idolized kelly and hopped to the beach on a chippy thruster, and we have tried to crank off skatey turns on a fish. however while living in the shit that is better known as virginia beach we have all pretty much gravitated to the longboard. its funny to think that years ago i was bred to hate this at sometimes cumbersome wave hog, but thanks to a certain bearded wise man i met in my travesl my eyes were opened and my surf life changed. but what this article is really about is not the fact that i love loggin its about bluring the lines in the sand. why do you have to be a certain type of surfer? the wet boys are not that little indy kid in the corner hating on the football team, even though i do love my tight pants. that indy kid still wants to be a star whether he will admit it or not and he definately wants a piece of the head cheerleader. so basically that horrible metaphor was meant to say bring the right tool for the job. u know its the whole dont use a screw driver when you need a hammer but do try to screw when ur hammered(sorry). lets get surfin back to being a little hazy lets turn on the perverbial bar lights. whats core, whats a sell out? you have million dollar surfshops pushing abercrombie remakes and a lifestyle based on surf culture while mom and pops are shouting hypocritically about being core and selling you a 1000 dollar simmons that might or might not work just because it deferienciates them from the competition. its all about the money but it does thank god allow us the surfer to expand our minds alittle easier as long as you got the scratch. in the end the wet boys are shouting lets get back to that hot mess. that end of the year blowout party were the kid with the self cut hair and girls jeans can throwup in the bushes next to the man child in the lettermens jacket and smile. cuz we are all just looking for the same thing, a fix, something to calm the screaming in our heads, put a smile on our faces and justify that end of the day beer. so kiddys god save u, do and air, arch ur back, hang those heels, just do me a favor and dont look back out into the lineup after ur wave it makes u look like a tool..........
go forth and be moist
most of us have gone through alot in this wet world of ours we have idolized kelly and hopped to the beach on a chippy thruster, and we have tried to crank off skatey turns on a fish. however while living in the shit that is better known as virginia beach we have all pretty much gravitated to the longboard. its funny to think that years ago i was bred to hate this at sometimes cumbersome wave hog, but thanks to a certain bearded wise man i met in my travesl my eyes were opened and my surf life changed. but what this article is really about is not the fact that i love loggin its about bluring the lines in the sand. why do you have to be a certain type of surfer? the wet boys are not that little indy kid in the corner hating on the football team, even though i do love my tight pants. that indy kid still wants to be a star whether he will admit it or not and he definately wants a piece of the head cheerleader. so basically that horrible metaphor was meant to say bring the right tool for the job. u know its the whole dont use a screw driver when you need a hammer but do try to screw when ur hammered(sorry). lets get surfin back to being a little hazy lets turn on the perverbial bar lights. whats core, whats a sell out? you have million dollar surfshops pushing abercrombie remakes and a lifestyle based on surf culture while mom and pops are shouting hypocritically about being core and selling you a 1000 dollar simmons that might or might not work just because it deferienciates them from the competition. its all about the money but it does thank god allow us the surfer to expand our minds alittle easier as long as you got the scratch. in the end the wet boys are shouting lets get back to that hot mess. that end of the year blowout party were the kid with the self cut hair and girls jeans can throwup in the bushes next to the man child in the lettermens jacket and smile. cuz we are all just looking for the same thing, a fix, something to calm the screaming in our heads, put a smile on our faces and justify that end of the day beer. so kiddys god save u, do and air, arch ur back, hang those heels, just do me a favor and dont look back out into the lineup after ur wave it makes u look like a tool..........
go forth and be moist
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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