dinosaur wrote:, playtime for the privileged middle class white boys or
......... plays rugby
Har, har. Too true.
In 1995 I recorded a few interviews on a sony walkman on the North Shore.
I think I got one of the few recorded interview with Owl.
I'm hanging on to it till he dies.....it's my career back-up plan for when bus-drivers are replaced by robots.
It was just me and Owl and Bird hanging out in Owls dingy bed-sit behind Sunset Beach, smoking blunts and listening to Robert Johnson or some other Mississipi blues man.
Bird don't surf......no visible means of income, too mellow and spaced out to be selling drugs.Acid casualty. Ex Viet Vet......most likely on welfare.
A giant stringbean of a man with a permanent stoop and a giant hooked nose that made him look like a Bald Eagle.
In todays more just world Bird would be on a retainer from Dane Reynolds or some other hipster as their go-to homeless Bum.
"Hey Dane... we need some atmosphere in this shot"
"well what the fcuk do you think we're paying Bird for....get that bitch here now!"
I turned the tape recorder on and Owl picked it up and spoke into it.....I could only hear this dull drawl....
but this is what he said......word for word.
Swear to god.
"A probe.......A probe into outer space.
Earth to Outer Space......we will go where no man has been and we will ride like no other"
Rugby....hahahhahahhaa.
he continued.....
"there's nothing like surfing......no skiing, no mountain climbing.
Nothin.
Nothing beats a cool blue wave......it's so sensual, so close to Nature.
It's a better me"
The interview continued.........then Owl sprung up suddenly from the threadbare armchair and in the warm Hawaiian afternoon announced "there's a 20 foot swell ...lets go surf the Bay"
Unfortunately for me, there was a 20 foot swell at the Bay.
I said I had no board and Owl pulled a triple-stringered 11 footer out of the roof racks. One that had been snapped three times and weighed 40 pounds.
fcuk Owl I haven't got any boardies I said scrabbling for excuses
He pulled out an ancient pair of short legged scoops that had no velcro.
We loaded up his shittbox old Honda and went to the Bay.
Went we got there I realised I had no leggie and I approached Owl about this dilemma......."leash.......Leash!...
what the fcuk you need a leash for Shep.....you gunna fall off out there.......hahahahha.....you don't
wanna fall. No need to fall
off"
Being ripped off your tits paddling out in 20 foot Hawaiian surf has a certain kind of mental ambience....at best a dreamy surrealism and potent sensualism. It can easily veer into a sort of breathless blind fear.
Todd Chesser caught a 20 footer from behind the boil and I saw that wave from close quarters....it scared the shitt outta me.
I sat on the shoulder and until Owl paddled back out "whaddya doin Shep?"
"You got the board.....go gettum"
I shoulder hopped an inbetweener and then went deep on a mid-sized one and caught air on the drop and made it. Proned out to the corner of the bay.
On the beach a Japanese camera crew with expensive looking kit came up and said "we take your photo"
Hahhaa....nah...not me
They musta thought with the Brewer I was some kind of big wave rider ......
But I lined up for the photo and when the camera was clicking I remembered I didn't have any velcro and my little willie was out sunning itself in the warm arvo sun.
Ah well , no chance of them harpooning it and serving it up to Japanese school kiddies....it was just a little haole willie....easy enough to photoshop out.
Then Charlie Walker came out and I said.....Theres your man.
Still got a headie that night though.
Um....now where was I shipmates .
Yeah :Rugby.