Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Sunday, 24 February 2008
This may not be the place to betray my Essex soulboy roots, but this makes me smile in the same way that surfing makes me smile, and I wanted to share it. She's the coolest dread centre of a jazz-funk storm, and though it's from 1982, she wouldn't look out of place in a Shoreditch ravery right here, right now. I love this tune and I don't care. I might even use it in a surf sequence soon.
Monday, 11 February 2008
An elusive right hand point break on the North Coast of Cornwall. When it's on, you'll find a selection of stylists taking advantage of a long, smooth Cornish slide. These images from a behobbled John Isaac fresh from last week's pulse.
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Organic, textured subversion from the artist who's working on the film he's calling 'Displacement', exploring the hydrodynamic possibilities of displacement hulls and long black coats. I always found goths irritating. Manchester and all that. A buddy of mine I was travelling with in Australia in 1986 used to play a Joy Division tape over and over again. Ruined it for me. I was an east London soul boy in the mid eighties, and I preferred Luther Vandross and the Gap Band. Strangely, I kind of dig the trenchcoat stuff these days.
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Dick Dale was an absolute mofo on that Fender. He created the surf sound, and despite the surfsploitation that came after his hits of the early 1960s, it sounds as ruff today as it did over forty years ago. Take a look at Reverb Central, surf music archivist Phil Dirt's site, for everything you ever wanted to know about a heavily influential genre of surfin' art. I would have loved to have been present at the Rendezvous Ballroom in Newport Beach on a hot sweaty summer night in 1960. Killer.