Without energy drinks professional surfing would be
a memory!
I preach often, like a sweaty fire and brimstone
theologian, on the surf industry apocalypse and what
precipitated it. “Conservatism!” I shout, a tendril of wet blonde
dancing in front of my nose. “Conservatism and fear!” I continue
jabbing one crooked finger toward the sky. The brands, our brands,
in their hunger to gobble up larger and larger profits watered
themselves down, went public, brought in Disney executives and then
distressed asset managers to run them all while tanking.
“A ten year fall from GRACE!” I wail as the newly laid off shout
“Amen!”
Everyone knows that our major brands, our Volcoms and
Quiksilvers and Billabongs, are in deep trouble. These beacons of
the surf/skate/snow lifestyle used to throw lavish parties to
celebrate films, line releases, competitive victories. They used to
sponsor professional surfers for millions of dollars even the worst
professional surfers for hundreds of thousands of dollars but no
more.
The apocalypse has rendered future Bede Durbidges moot.
I do say, without Red Bull, Monster and even Rockstar it would
be nigh impossible for any professional surfer, save John John
Florence and Gabriel Medina, to make a living from surfing
professionally.
Could this possibly be true? Oh it most certainly is. Red Bull
pays good money to Kolohe Andino, Kanoa Igarashi, Jamie O’Brien,
Ian Walsh and Carissa Moore but to name a few. Monster allows
Conner Coffin, Maud Le Car, Griffin Colapinto, Owen + Tyler Wright
to slide the waves. Rockstar fattens the wallets of Albee Layer,
Zeke Lau, Nat Young, Clay Marzo, Mitch Crews, etc.
Now, do you think that Nat Young could survive in professional
surfing without Rockstar’s stipend? There is no way. Absolutely no
way. Without energy drinks professional surfers would be but a
memory and professional surfing but a thing Luke Munro once
did.
I do think we should show these benevolent giants a little love
today. Go now and drink a Red Bull + vodka and smile, knowing that
you are keeping dreams alive.
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Science: Wavepool and nature the same!
By Chas Smith
Earth's great secrets are but one Kelly Slater and
one Adam Fincham away from being cracked.
Can you recall that daybefore you
were aware of Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch? When, in your mind’s eye a
“wave pool” meant surge-y pushy whitewash-y nonsense? Mostly meant
for children and the Chinese?
I can’t.
Like genetically modified food, wavepools now feel eternal and
we can debate debate debate their moral value but it is a pointless
exercise because they are the future and since they are the future
they are also the past.
Eternal.
But oh the debates are interesting enough. The quality of
wavepool versus natural waves. The essence etc. I’ll tell you what,
I’ve surfed Surf Ranch and had all my thoughts and listened to the
thoughts of others and interesting but nothing has definitively
swayed me on the “which is better” discussion until yesterday
evening when I was shown definitive proof that there is really no
difference between the two.
That’s right. In our human arrogance we think our ”feelings” or
“experience” matter. Of course they do not. The only thing that
matters is empirical proofs and yesterday I was shown empirical
proof that wavepools and nature are exactly the same.
And there you have it. Science took us to the moon. Science is
allowing us to mock the earth.
Hahaha stupid earth. Your great secrets are but one Kelly Slater
and one Adam Fincham away from being cracked.
Next stop, the human breast.
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Dear Surfing: Who are you?
By Jack O'Neill Paterson
Are you the WSL or The Surf Ranch? Are you
Indonesia or are you Hawaii? Lemoore?
I used to love you but now I am unhappy.
I am confused. I am very, deeply confused. I don’t know what to
believe!
There are sharks and wave pools and Olympics and there is of
course the World Surf League. I miss the way you used to be. I miss
when I could go surfing and just go surfing. I don’t like thinking
about the state you’re in because it makes me sad.
But have you changed or I?
I always knew there were sharks. But why do I now spend as much
time gazing at my dangling feet as I do on the horizon? I am
waiting for a set or I am waiting to die and neither come fast
enough. I want ultimate pleasure or I want it all to end. I won’t
live in a paradigm of waves and shadows. Fuck anxiety.
I was once utterly desperate for a wave pool in my
hometown. I craved one in a similar way that I imagine Barton
Lynch craving anything, with froth dripping from every pore of my
being. I was sick of getting skunked. I needed infinite
perfection.
I just don’t know you anymore, surfing. You’re in a bad place
but I think everyone is confused about where that place that is.
Fuck the Olympics, right? Fuck corporate competition. In fact, fuck
competing all together.
But ultimately he just confused me because I would very much
like to surf a wave pool but I would also very much like Kim
Jong-Un to point his missiles towards Lemoore.
I just don’t know you anymore, surfing. You’re in a bad place
but I think everyone is confused about where that place that is.
Fuck the Olympics, right? Fuck corporate competition. In fact, fuck
competing all together.
But surfing, you are the greatest competition! You’re Kelly vs.
Andy. You’re Occy vs. Curren. You’re Hawaiians vs. Haoles.
Well, At least you were.
From where I’m sitting, you have never been less competitive.
You are dull. The tour is boring. Contrary to the suggestions of
the commentary team, claiming a chop-hop on a 2ft wave does not
count as passion. There are no rivalries. There is only gracious
losing and gracious winning and nothing more. Aside from John,
there is more talent off tour. And the fact that the waves are shit
throughout every contest period is no factor of chance. No, it is a
sign from god that something is very very wrong.
So, surfing, who are you?
Are you the WSL or The Surf Ranch?
Are you Indonesia or are you Hawaii? Australia?
Lemoore? God, I hope you aren’t Lemoore.
Are you competitive or are you free?
Are you the Olympics or are you the Volcom Pipe Pro?
Or have we, the people, taken you places you were never meant to
go?
Have we created a monster out of something so pure?
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Watch: Filipe Toledo in “Salvador”!
By Derek Rielly
A branch of lightning comes to El Salvador's famous
righthand point, Punta Roca…
Dirty, tortured, gorgeous El Salvador. Set
afire for a dozen years through the eighties and nineties with a
left vs right civil war that spawned such fiendish crimes as “death
squads” and the interference of the Reagan government for whom
communism was worse than any sort of human rights indecency.
Of course, now…now… the smallest country in Central
America lives in… well, it ain’t what you’d call peace. Its
capital, San Salvador, has the third-highest murder rate in the
world, a hundred people killed in every one hundred thousand.
On the upside, the joint is a shortish flight from the US and
they use US dollars. And in the not-so-little town of La Libertad
there is the righthand, sandbottom point Punta Roca, popular with
mostly American surfers since the seventies (a ton of the surf scenes in John
Milius’ Big Wednesday were shot there).
Earthquakes, shitty water, malaria and so forth complete the
picture.
For a kinetic hot-rod like Filipe Toledo, who is twenty two
and who owned Jeffreys Bay last
year, the soft point is a wave where he can charge to
and fro, upturning his surfboard and surfing as fast as a dog
racing through a cathedral.
I would suggest, as a primer for how to rip a point wave, you
might like to watch this latest edit by Filipe’s filmer Bruno
Baroni…
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Really Exclusive: Tank for Melbourne
’19!
By Chas Smith
Journalism is the most criminal enterprise that man
has ever undertaken Mush. Pure theatre.
My life has become very strange. I wade through
the world, one-armed and milky headed even though I’ve cut off the
opioids. Sober. Stone cold sober. Everything looks different, not
better or worse just… strange. Odd. I watch TV and can’t suss out
if they’re really true. I read pieces on the Internet and know they
must be false. Like yesterday. Fate found me at The
Inertia-lite safe space
lifestyle website Stab reading a story titled
Exclusive:Stab Interrogates the Man Behind
Australia’s First Wavepool.
It featured a baby oil massage with the URBNSURF founder Andrew
Ross, who is opening Australia’s first tank in Melbourne next year
and my milky head thought, “Andrew Ross?” It sounded familiar
somehow and so I dipped into our archives and, yes, there it was
from three years ago. BeachGrit was just a naughty little
baby then and so you didn’t read but here for you now, from the
hand of Derek
Rielly.
If you saw the Snowdonia Wavegarden footage that’s been
everywhere, you probably thought, when’s that fun little burger
coming to my part of the world?
I live in Australia (BeachGrit has bureaus in San Francisco,
San Diego, Kauai and Sydney) and got in touch with the former
lawyer and investment banker, Andrew Ross, who bought the rights to
Wavegarden on my piece of turf.
A few questions, none of ’em real hard.
Is Australia getting wave tanks? When? And where?
Andrew Ross, from what I can tell from the one phone call to
Western Australia where he lives and where the company that he set
up, Wave Park Group, is based, is an over-achiever whose giddy list
of achievements, included some kind of interaction with the
billionaire Richard Branson, during a year off he’d taken after
running some of the biggest companies in the country.
This is where Wavegarden kicks in. When he had that year off
a few years ago, it was because he’d just hit 40, had a kid, wanted
to travel, surf and find some kind of inspiration for the next half
of his working life.
At some point, he figured he’d like to have a swing at a
surfing-based biz.
“I’ve never been associated with the surf industry,” he
says. “But I’m a 35-year hardcore surfer, all my mates, we know
what surfing is about, we all go to the Ments each year.”
Ross liked the aroma of the new wave pools that were
suddenly appearing, in theoretical form, everywhere. He’d seen the
Webber pool and got in touch with Greg Webber. Then Kelly Slater’s
“people.” When he was over in Europe, he swung by the Basque
country to surf the Wavegarden lagoon, its proto testing
pond.
He got in and, yeah, it one of those moments he
says.
Taj Burrow was surfing the right (stars!), he was surfing
the left, he kicked out and told Wavegarden, “I’m writing you a
cheque. This is fucking amazing.”
Ross created the company Wave Park Group, brought in pals
with various complimentary skills, and made a goal to create 10
Australian Wavegardens in 10 years. Ambitious?
Baby, he’s an investment banker. It seems positively…
bearish!
The website, (click here), reeks of corporate-speak, howevs,
which stings the eyes. It’s like one of those forms you get when a
new CEO swings into your company and he wants to know the company’s
mission, it’s vision and values, all those things that are totally
mainlined in the corporate world.
Whatever, it’s only the meaningless platitudes companies
throw on their sites to fill the obvious gap of not having a
product yet. But maybe soon!
Ross, who’s just been to three cities in three days, says he
doesn’t want to make any premature announcements, ’cause that leads
to disappointment, and he’s right, and won’t until the first site
is secured and the Development Approval has gone through whatever
regional planning authority it’s dealing with.
That said, “we’d be disappointed if we don’t have something
to people within 12 months, potentially quite a bit shorter than
that,” he says.
What interests me, is the parks are going to be owned by
Wave Park.
He ain’t sub-letting the Wavegarden technology.
They’ll buy or lease the site, buy all the Wavegarden pieces
that’ll then be shipped to Australia, it’ll all get put together, a
few months of testing, and away it goes.
What did Mr. Ross feel? Well, he came into our naughty baby
comments, if you can believe, and said:
Hi Derek, that’s sort of accurate – but I’m not sure I’m “a
hardcore surfer” that “knows what surfing’s about”. I certainly
haven’t run some of the biggest companies in Australia. But I have
loved surfing all my life, I have two young kids that are just
learning to surf, and I feel totally stoked to now be involved in a
business that, for me, is a bit of a culmination of all the
different work I’ve done to this point. I’m happy to have a proper
chat if you want to get a better idea about what we have planned.
Cheers, Andrew (PS – loved all of the stories you wrote on
Aquabumps for Uge’s last Ment’s trip).
To which Derek responded:
…oh, I did feel very grateful to Eugene for sliding me onto
that once-in-a-lifetime voyage, on a boat as high as the Sacré
Coeur and even more beautiful, at the last minute, hence the time
put into those stories.
To clarify those other points, first, about you being
involved in some of Australia’s biggest companies, my notes say:
“Used to run big ASX listed companies.” I extrapolated from that,
one, that if a company is on the Australian Stock Exchange, it’s
already among the top 2000 companies in the country. And, add a
little oil in the mix, and it’s gotta be top 500. Possibly too long
a bow to draw, yeah.
Two, you can blame the other bit on the harshness of the
printed quote, the lack of nuance of type on screen. It’s exactly
as you said it, howevs.
If there’s more to add to the story, I’ll happily snatch
more quotes. Journalism is the most criminal enterprise that man
has ever undertaken Mush. Pure theatre.
I spent the rest of the day chuckling to myself. Just doddering
around one-armed and chuckling. It’s good, no? Also, I have not
read this discussed anywhere but feel it is pertinent. The tank is
being built near Melbourne’s airport which happens to be 3000000
kilometers away from Melbourne proper so they should probably say
“near Sydney” instead. Just my two cents.
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