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Soundtrack to George Greenough's 1968 surf movie written and performed by Dennis Dragon (before the Surf Punks ), his brothers Doug and Daryl, (the Captain before Tennille ), and Denny Aaberg, (before Big Wednesday ).
Some more info gleaned from the web: The lead guitarist Denny Aaberg was a keen surfer and well known surf writer from Pacific Palisades ("Big Wednesday" was based on Denny Aaberg's surfing youth, with Bill Pritchard who is also in this soundtrack band), while others in the band have been Beach Boys-connected in the 1980s-90s. Ernie Knapp played bass with the Beach Boys for a year or more, while Dennis Dragon did sound work for them. The Dragon brothers hailed from Hollywood and Doug and Dennis (drums and organ on this soundtrack) were brothers to Daryl Dragon of "Captain and Tenille" (Daryl was a friend/collaborator of Dennis Wilson), and Daryl is an additional musician on this soundtrack, which was one of 30 produced by Dennis and Daryl in Dennis's Malibu bedroom. Movie producer George Greenough is a surfing legend for his many films with cameras "on-board" and his surf philosophy. He financed the making of "Pure Fun" entirely from the proceeds of his fishing business.


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[Professional surfing is a weird thing. Especially in Hawaii where it’s regarded as an upper echelon sport by both her locals and the tourists that come here. But the NFL, it is not, and it never gets old when watching the folks that didn’t get that memo. “Who would have thought?” thinks the middle-aged Midwestern lady with the floral print shirt and oversized hat. “The nice young surfer boy that I just saw surf the swells went and peed in the same public restroom as I did.” At the same time, small herds of Brazilian girls in butt floss nestle conveniently in front of the competitor’s area, flashing scandalous smiles way too often. The announcers misidentify surfers in the water regularly or miss their waves completely — but nobody notices. A soundtrack of 12 really bad pop sounds repeats every hour during the awkward silent moments between commentary — but nobody cares. Even the surfers themselves are an odd bunch…what professional athlete slams a pint of Rockstar before heading out to compete? But nobody questions.

Except me, I guess.]

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Evolution

Evolution é um dos melhores filmes de surfe que já assisti.
Goiabada pura do Paul Witzig, quase sem edição, som rolando solto enlouquecidamente.



Graças aos japoneses maníacos por velharias impossíveis de achar - e aos ensandecidos blogueiros que desencavam tudo de qualquer lugar - disponibilizo aqui a trilha do filme.
Em 1970, um menino de 16 anos com uma prancha esquisita revolucionou o surfe de backside para sempre.
Depois de Wayne Lynch nunca mais fomos os mesmos.