Live, laugh, love.
I began professional surfing’s opening day all grumpy, scribbling a quick laugh at Florida’s Space Coast for spending $422,000 on a lightly attended WQS contest and then drove to San Clemente to sit at the Surfing Heritage and Cultural Center’s handsome conference table across from David Lee Scales.
He has been in Australia for nearly a month and I’ve missed our chats. I’ve missed popping off half-cocked and grumpy about this or that.
And there I was, popping off half-cocked, when in waltzed the iconic Steve Pezman, big and tall.
Now, if you don’t know Steve Pezman than I insist you subscribe to the Encyclopedia of Surfing where the august Matt Warshaw will teach you that Steve published Surfer before co-founding The Surfer’s Journal alongside his wife Debbee.
It was such great fortune and David Lee and I demanded that he sit down and play. A rare joyous drop in.
What did Steve say?
Oh.
Only words that completely restored my faith in surfing’s beating heart. Only words that chased my grumpy and replaced it with a profound sense of awe.
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Has anyone ever pressed the half speed button on the apple podcast app? Listening to this at half speed made it seem like the three of them were in a bong circle stoned out of their head. Somehow what they were saying made more sense to me.
I did an interview with LH a few years ago about the history of SUP.
Then listened to it at half speed to transcribe it and yes, it sounds like two people stoned out of their minds.
Or having a stroke.
Or having a stroke while stoned out of their minds.
Wait, isn’t Pezman making money from “selling” surfing?
I’m still DEEPLY insulted that David did not come to Newcastle to worship at MR’s doormat.
DLS was in OZ during the high season for drop bears.
How’d he go? Any injuries?
Popping off half cocked, how our subconscious rolls brother.
My thought processes are a direct residual of Pezman’s caption writing prowess.
Double dipped! watched shitty heats on mute and listened to the not too shitty podcast!
I’ll listen to it later
Nothing like an old man being a self righteous hypocrite, good fucking grief was that painful to listen to.
Wow someone on BitchGripe.com was self-righteous?
Alert the constables!
You can do better.dump the shapers and old farts
I can sure but Pezman? I’ll call you right out here, in love. He created a subscriber revenue model for a surf magazine. He loves this damn thing more than any of us. He hates its bastardization. He is a singular bird.
First 15 was good
Sorry old mate, the rest was
Better than zanax.
You enjoyed the Surfer years better than the Surfer’s Journal ones?
Na, I read Tracks till it went glossy then just books about fucked up rock stars, until you guys.
That’s a good rap ay mate!
Yep me too right up to the point the critique at large fucked it up.
damn that’s it I’m done?
No! Bex is gonna recognize the error of his ways! Stand with me here Brutus! This is our #metoo! (p.s. I wear the t-shirt you gave me as often as I can and don’t stick it in the drier because I fear it will shrink so painstakingly hang dry it outside in the crisp spring breezes…)
I was looking forward to juicy deets about Dave’s debauchery down under. But all I got was twillsy spraying a blow in with coke,
That was funny
Maybe he’s saving it.
Oh those first 15! We’ll pick up where we left off…
Hey Brutus, Your website doesn’t seem to like Australian phone numbers. I can’t submit anything to you, even a message.
Am I being too much of a fuckwit to do it right?
Agree. You know the DLS podcast series is getting stale when Chas represents the “fresh” voice
Beware the sudden jump between grumpy and hope.
You think heart attack?
More concerned with being half-cocked to be honest, but I went with heart attack to show my caring nature.
And you might end up ‘gropey’
which is not a good look in this day and age.
My image is everything. At least until I confirm that I’m not running for US President in 2020.
Well call me Biden…