Death of a legend…
South African surfer turned clothing baron, Michael Tomson, who was revealed to be gravely ill with throat cancer three months ago, has died, aged sixty-six.
Tomson had reportedly been on life support for nine days before passing away.
As the surf historian Matt Warshaw wrote in our initial report,
“Michael’s legacy is and will always be divided into three parts. The easy, uncomplicated, foundational part was built wave-by-grinding-wave at Pipeline in the winter of ’75-’76.
“My guess is that playing second banana throughout his formative years to a younger and slightly better-looking relative had much to do with what Michael achieved in his career, beginning at Pipeline, where he never out-surfed Shaun but often out-gritted him.
“Shaun was a surgeon on those big hollow walls. Michael was a bull at full charge with six banderillas stuck in his back.
“The second part of Michael’s legacy is Gotcha, the wildly innovative and successful company that he co-founded in 1978 and into which he poured all of his fissioning talent, taste, ambition, and vanity.
The third and final part of Michael’s legacy will be his enduring and literally all-consuming cocaine addiction, which Chas Smith calls ‘Shakespearean . . . a forty-year dance.'”
(Read Michael Tomson’ Encylopedia of Surfing entry here.)
In 1996, Warshaw interviewed Tomson on pro surfer salaries, an exchange that demonstrates MT’s perpetual forthrightness and entertainment value.
Why are pro surfers’ salaries such a big secret?
Because most of the surf companies aren’t publicaly traded, and as such don’t have to disclose those kinds of things. That and, it isn’t a big media event, what people get paid, the way it is in other sports it is. The salary caps in basketball is a huge deal. It’s an intregal part of building your team. Everybody has to know what everybody else is making in that situation, that’s how the whole system works.
Is it unseemly, to you think, to even bring up money?
No. Or it shouldn’t be, anyway. People get rewarded for excellence, and who’s to say that this kind of thing should be paid this much, and that kind of thing paid that much. It’s a free country and it’s a free market, and if someone’s willing to pay for the service, why not take it? Take it and be proud of it.
When we talked a couple days ago you said you’d be willing to tell me how much your guys [at Gotcha] are making.
Fire away. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.
Martin Potter.
Okay, so let me back up a little. None of these numbers are completely, perfectly precise, okay? Salaries are never a fixed thing. Photo incentives, contest incentives, contract changes, everything goes up and down, it’s always moving. But with Potter, yeah, his salary has just been reduced. I think he makes $60,000 from us, and another $30,000 from our Australian licensee, plus incentives for photos and videos and things.
How does that compare to his best year, earning-wise? [Note: Potter at this point was six years past his world title, and had just retired from competitive surfing]
Less than half. Way less.
Rob Machado.
I think Rob’s at $185,000 this year. Between 185 and 200. Last year it was 150.
So, in your mind, when you’re thinking about paying somebody $200,000, how does that translate in terms of the companies bottom line? How do you know you’re getting your money’s worth?
You never really know. It’s a game. Does having Rob Machado on the Gotcha team earn the company $200,000 at the end of the year? Who knows? My theory is that 50% of all advertising and promotions are a waste of money, but nobody really knows which 50%.
But you’d never consider not having a surf team.
Not a chance. For anybody positioning themselves in the so-called hardcore surf market, having a kick ass team is one of the most important things
The Gotcha team, apart from Rob and Chris Ward, is getting older . . .
(Pause and a sigh) This is problem. The aging guys, and what to do with them when they’re done.
After all those years, I hear Cheyne Horan is maybe no longer with the company, or no longer getting a salary? Something like that.
(Another pause) That got ugly.
Is it over?
In one way. The friendship isn’t over
Shall we move on?
No, no, that’s okay. Look, Cheyne got to a point where he was chasing something with his career that was going to impossible to obtain. And he was looking to us to support him in that chase, to an extent that I didn’t think we could really afford. Plus his financial situation was just a mess which, you know, wasn’t really my problem. Cheyne didn’t spend his money wisely, back when he was making a lot. But somehow, invariably, with Cheyne, it ends up being my fault, you know?
So he’s off the payroll?
Honestly, I don’t know right now if Cheyne is getting an official salary from Gotcha. If he is, its very small.
He was in right at the beginning. Cheyne was your first team rider.
There was a time when I was paying Cheyne myself, out of my own pocket. Yeah, I mean, these are really hard decisions. In other professional sports, there’s usually enough money left in the pot at the end of your career that you can live comfortably from then on. That’s the case in surfing. The money isn’t big enough in most cases, and when it is big enough, a lot of guys, most guys, don’t manage it properly. So they end up hanging on longer than they should. And, for us, for the company, that becomes really difficult. There’s a lot of emotion involved, a lot of history, a lot of sentiment. You’re talking about somebody you’ve been with—and not just in terms of a paycheck, but surfing with them, living with them, all of that—for 10 or 15 year. So those are really, really tough decisions.
How do think Potts is going to do, as far as moving on to the next stage?
Honestly, I predict a major problem with Potts. There’s someone who really blew a pile of money. Way more than Cheyne. I mean, a huge pile. On Peter Mansted [Potter’s manager], on his entourage, on his own indulgences. And what’s gonna end up happening is he’ll wake up one morning as say, “Shit, I’ve got nothing left.” At the moment, the guy still surfs well, but the kids are surfing better. And wait and see. What’s gonna happen is, he’ll come to us and say, “What have you done for me lately?” And we’ll have to something like, “Look, we’ve gone as far as we can go. This is where you are in your career, and we’ve just signed Chris Ward, so . . . . ”
Michael Tomson from ENCYCLOPEDIA of SURFING on Vimeo.
Great to hear an Industry Icon telling the truth. The Surf industry are a bunch of school kids trying hard not to get caught by the principal (mainstream culture) so desperate for approval and acceptance they talk in whispers about who did what, where and when .Cover up and stay silent is the mantra. Watch ‘Sea of Darkness’ if you can and wonder why Martin Daly pulled it from sale. The Surf industry and the drug Industry are partners… fuck who would of thought!!
Nice one Dez. Just read Chas’ one too. So sad that these entertaining people are coming to the end of their story. Great work and many thanks for a well written story.
surfed trestles with this group loved Marc Price’s style
The man had Charisma .
Here is a relatively recent podcast discussing Michael Tomson’s accomplishments within surf etc. https://player.fm/series/su…
Was it cigarettes
Or pussy eating kill him?
Durries or the box?
We need to shine a light on eating pussy.
It has its dangers
Possibly more dangerous
Than COVID19
I think I’ll start wearing a mask
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Do they come in pink?
Bubblegum Pink, Red, Burgundy. Just depends what kink stokes your flame.
Watch out for Fur Balls……… and Toxoplasmosis during pregnancy ?
Two good ones down in one day. RIP.
I loved the honesty of that interview above. Epic read.
Have you ever done a buncha blow then next day just cringe at what you might have said?
Me neither.
Cringe or blow ….. or blow then Cringe ?
1983, El Nino year.
Paddled out at Uppers, cobbles strewn out the raging river to the tune of a 400 yard increase to the top of the point, would never be better.
About a dozen takers, mostly San Clam pro’s and a hippy…. TOH. Every top dog in town was on it, but one man put everyone in their place. Destroyed it and owned it like it was head high. Legend.
Marc Price.
It was Michael Tomson that died.
Lost a lot of people to weasel powder so I don’t address the fools, decided to mention the best surfer of the group in the photo…..
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Another great surfer from Durban … from experience , living with a few over the years in France , I have found that they are absolutely mad or absolutely rich or both. ? And fuck can they surf !
I had no idea that there was such a big Jewish community in South Africa until I was standing outside Yad Vashem ( Holocaust Museum ) in Jerusalem and read a plaque that such and such was donated by the South African Jewry ….. When I was a kid ,and saw him surf at Cronulla , during the Beaurepaires , I was wondering where he got the impressive nose from …..
Ripper of the highest order.
Don’t give a fuck which sky fairy he is devoted to.
Me neither …
He was a creep’s creep Jimbo… so fucking sick of people celebrating lives that destroyed. I know Aussies don’t get to taste cocaine so there is a fascination ( every visiting mate would beg me to take them to Frankensteins house because they had never tried it, Kiwi bros too), but that powder fucks people up.
I grew up with a dozen skilled surfers. Two of us remain. Hollywood club scene consumed most of em, one passed due to heroin and three are holding onto sobriety as if to let go is to die. I’ve been lied to, stolen from and avoided for decades by my child hood friends who all received inheritances or stipends graduating high school and all got flushed down the coke toilet.
Notice these eulogies don’t mention Eggers.
David Eggers …..dead at 45 . Way to early . I lost 2 friends to suicide who worked in the Surf Industry . One hung himself off a tree in his parents back yard .. In his early 20s and the other jumped off a cliff during his tenor as international team manager at Q …. we recently had a beer for his 50th birthday that he never got to have . Another recently died in Ireland shooting up or getting shot up …. overdose or murder ….. we will never be sure …..
All 3 were good friends , great surfers …. gone way to early .
Sorry bro, that’s fucked.
I ask you, who was David Eggers main sponsor when he went on tour? How did he fall off tour so quickly? Did he join tour with drug problems?
No idea .? .. I heard about his rise … but like so many others in pro surfing not about his fall …..
From a little piece I did just after he died, in 2015: “David Eggers died on Monday, at age 45, probably of a heart attack. In 1986, Eggers was a white-hot 16-year-old world tour rookie destined for a mantelpiece-full of world title trophies. Eighteen months later he was off the tour, living with his folks, cradling a freebase pipe and tearing up the streets of La Jolla. ‘Yesterday was gone,’ Eggers later said, ‘I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, and all my friends and I cared about was the here and now. We didn’t care if we lived or died.’ The surfing flameout to end all flameouts, in other words. A triple-threat cautionary tale used to cudgel overbearing stage parents, predatory money-dangling surf companies, and ego-inflated young surfers. Messy and incredibly sad on one hand, but also very cut and dried. Too much, too soon, end of story.
Or so we all thought. Twenty years later, it came out that Eggers was schizophrenic. His father arrived home one evening and found David curled up on top of the washing machine, with a pair of tennis shoes banging around inside the drum—his DIY fix to cancel out the voices in his head. From that point it was a long, slow road back to something resembling normalcy, filled with doctors, sobriety, backsliding, religion, promises made and broken and remade. By 2007 David was three years sober, living with his father near the Salton Sea, 150 miles off the coast, pulling beers and serving hot slices to the locals at Capt’n Jim’s, his dad’s roadside place.”
Thanks Matt …
predatory money-dangling surf companies….bingo Matt, Michael Tomson
Things I remember about David Eggers. The photo of him eating cereal out of a trophy he won. Canyon surfboards and Oneil wetsuits maybe. Read that his first time on the North Shore other pros that he was sharing house with tied him up with surf leashes, and it sent him over the edge. Watched him free surfing at Manresa before his NSSA heat, so talented.
Eggers didn’t do himself any favors, but he also got dealt a shitty hand, including hardcore little league parents and schizophrenia. Drugs didn’t help.
I remember a mop of white hair , and claims of being the next Curren coming from the other side of the Pacific in the 80s . A very good mate of mine , who was on tour (before the CT / QS ) for a few years in the 80s stopped , because he thought 90% of his fellow competitors were all fucked in the head .He still as fit as a fiddle , competing and wiping the floor with kids 30 years younger than him , a house at the beach in Sydney , so the experience didn’t jade him … I supposed he realized that the dream tour could be a nightmare …..
. Sad how so many hyper talented surfers suffer from mental health problems so early in life …. I am wondering if it isn’t a prerequisite…the absolute obsession …. to be so driven to spend that much time in the water from 6 to 16 years of age . 8hrs a day 7 days a week usually of their own free will only to stop at 20 ?
There’s a guy I’ve seen over the past few years go from shit hot skinny grom (at 13) to a nuggety 20 year old. He was doing the QS comps, and shouldn’t be suffering from the usual issue of the young; not being able to throw spray compared to the older blokes. Hadn’t seen him around the past couple of years as much, Saw him last week as I was getting out of the water after a nice beach break session. Said hello as we passed each other on the path. He reeked of a very recent hot-boxing…
Price that is
At least he didn’t catch Covid.
That shit will kill ya
Sad, but not unexpected. The man went as hard in all aspects of life as anyone I knew. That said, MT was truly one of surfing’s brilliant marketing minds.
A couple months back I was speaking to him about some consulting advice that I was seeking, and that he was so generously giving, when he told me of his diagnosis.
Fucking stoic to the end.
After I hung up the phone my wife asked if I had something in my eye.
Of course I did.
May there be a relentless blizzard of cocaine waiting for you in Heaven, mate. Never Rest In Peace.