terça-feira, junho 26, 2007


[Quem, em sã consciência, pode perder isso ?
Abaixo, um aperitivo para um grande banquete.]

Sean Doherty
"Do they deserve it?" asked John Shimooka with a questioning inflection.
"Do we deserve it?" replied Jake Paterson before pausing, then bursting into a rhetorical seizure. "Of course we bloody deserve it, Shmoo! This is how we roll! Trailer parks aren't our style; six star is our style! And we're gonna live it up. I think I'm gonna trash the place. One thing's for sure," he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "It'd never happen in our day!" It wouldn't be the first time this line would be uttered on this trip. The two former pro surfers had just walked through the reception area of a $1,000-a-night resort in Seminyak, Bali, lamenting the fact that they were born 20 years too early. Paterson and Shmoo were chaperoning Quiksilver's Young Guns team - Dane Reynolds, Julian Wilson, Ry Craike, Clay Marzo, and 15-year-old "mini-gun" Garrett Parkes - during the three-week filming window for the latest installment of the Young Guns franchise, and it soon became pretty obvious that nothing was going to be done by half...]

Wayne "Rabbit" Bartholomew

Recently I found myself sitting with Shaun Tomson and Peter Townend at Snapper Rocks in Queensland, and though the surf was perfect, the three of us - all former world champions - were there not as competitors, but as enthusiastic spectators. Nearly 25 years ago we all would have been a little ways up the coast at Burleigh, at the top of our form and facing each other as mortal rivals in the Stubbies Pro. It's a strange thing, time; now we were three world champions still keen as mustard, still crucially involved in the sport of surfing, watching the final heat of the Quiksilver Pro as eagerly and excitedly as stoked grommets. ...]

Mike Hynson rose to fame as The Endless Summer's poster boy, fell to Earth as one of the most dangerous men in America, and is being resurrected as one of surfing's most overlooked design gurus.
Steve Barilotti

Jimi had been dead a year, but the revolution - or at least a movie version of it - kept right on jammin' without him.
Less than a month after Hendrix played a free concert on the slopes of Mt. Haleakela, effectively wrapping principal photography for Rainbow Bridge, the flamboyant rock virtuoso accidentally self-immortalized on a deadly cocktail of red wine and barbiturates, choking on his own vomit in a London flat on September 18, 1970. Within days of Hendrix's death, Mike Hynson, former '60s teen surf prodigy turned indie film producer, got the call from Warner Brothers Studios demanding immediate return of all original footage of Hendrix shot to date. With the lawyers circling, Hynson knew he had to move fast or lose Rainbow Bridge forever. Warner had not only funded the film - a rambling cinematic "happening" loosely based around a spiritual surfing quest - but they also controlled most of Hendrix's music slated for the film's soundtrack.
Hynson returned the canned footage. However, unbeknownst to the Warner suits, Hynson and director Chuck Wein had stashed a working print of Rainbow Bridge for safety. ...]

2 comentários:

David Figueiredo disse...

Só posso dizer que depois deste "aperitivo!" acabei de assinar a surfer! :)

Anônimo disse...

Nunca recebo as melhores edições, ainda pego esse gatuno dos correios.