Watch: Insane Waimea River Wave with sad-eyed degenerate cur Jamie O’Brien!

Come and inspect Waimea's radiant stationary wave…

Jamie O’Brien is a radiant and robust half-Australian, half-American who is above the tribulations of ridicule.

Long ago, Jamie waved goodbye to a $600,000 contract with Rusty clothing and has survived, and done so quite well, on stipends from Red Bull, Catch Surf and so on.

In this episode of his weekly Vlog (every Monday, 9:30 am) Jamie does the usual: rides soft tops in unsafe conditions, tubes at Pipe and shamelessly displays his Botticellian pink shanks.

The highlight in this episode arrives seven minutes in when, head thrown back and with absolute confidence, Jamie owns a session at Waimea’s stationary wave, which is the best I’ve ever seen it.

Do watch, at least the river part.

Best episode yet: Koa Rothman in “I’m here and I’m ready to fucking send it to the fucking stratosphere!”

North Shore vlogger's harrowing behind-the-scenes angle of Jaws Challenge…

Koa Rothman makes a great on-camera talent. He has a golden-brown glazed  handsomeness and is sharp enough to ad lib his way through twenty-five minutes or so of his day-to-day life as a pro surfer.

In this episode, which I regard as the best of the thirty so far, we follow Koa and his best friend Nathan Florence as they prepare for and then fly to Maui for the Jaws Challenge.

To see Koa’s usual cheerfulness replaced by a queer dullness makes the viewer aware of how very nasty Jaws was for the event.

“I’m nervous til I get out there,” says Koa. “I’m pretty nervous when I’m out there, nervous when I’m taking off on a wave, nervous when the wave is landing on my head. The nerves never stop.”

As Koa and Nathan drive to the event, a car stops.

“It’s huge and perfect,” says the driver. “The girls almost…died.”

We see Koa, who suffers terrible seasickness and therefore has to bodysurf from the rock jump-off to collect his board from the support boat in the channel, climbing down the steep muddy trail, hanging onto roots so he doesn’t fall.

He jumps into the maelstrom.

As his heat is about to start, the contest is cancelled. Brother Makua roars up to him on the jetski and tells him he’s not going to surf

“It’s literally, fifty, sixty feet,” says Koa. “You could paddle the size. But the wind? There was nothing they could do. They had to cancel. People would’ve been near death right now.”

Gorgeously compelling.


Watch: New Goons of Doom single, “24 Bottles of Beer!”

Happy beer-drinking anthem from the band of Ozzie Wright and Vaughan Blakey.

It’s fifteen years ago since the Goons of Doom made their debut at a derelict hotel in Sydney.

I wrote in my notes at the time, “Music sounds like enormous molar with an abscess as big as a maraschino cherry.”

I wasn’t alone.

The music producer Pauly B, with whom Vaughan Blakey records various songs for BeachGrit Pictures, “thought we were the worst shit he’d ever heard and kicked us out of his studio,” says Vaughan. “Now he’s our manager and record label!”

This song, which is called 24 Bottles of Beer, is the first from the Goons of Doom’s new album, Black Skull Bong.

From the presser:

Australians are aggressive beer drinkers with just about every occasion imaginable yet another excuse to hit the sauce. Births, deaths, weddings, funerals, sporting events, tough day at work, team won the game, in a shit mood, in a great mood, made a sandwich, found five bucks, woke up this morning… they’re all the excuses we need to rip the scab off a frothie and drain that bitter amber nectar. Despite excessive alcohol consumption being linked to an unfathomable number of society’s problems; from health issues to all manner of violence and to death… we continue to embrace drinking as a part of our culture.

Do we have a problem?


So what’s the deal with a song like 24 Bottles of Beer, a rousing anthemic scream for the immediate purchase and consumption of an icy cold slab?

I can imagine people thinking it’s a song that glorifies drinking,” says Vaughan Dead, “But it’s actually a piss take on that. I’m always tripping on the manic energy people put into getting fucked up. I mean, it’s definitely not an anti-drinking song so I wouldn’t say it’s addressing the matter, it’s just stepping back and observing the way we rip in, which is pretty fucken hard.”

24 Bottles of Beer was written and recorded in half a day, and harks back to other Goons classics that get a room going nuts while alienating everyone with the slightest penchant for being easily offended. “We make no apologies for that,” says Deadly. “Every song we’ve ever written has the potential to be misinterpreted, mostly cause we like making ourselves laugh, but our music is never mean and we know what we’re making. Even our dumbest shit has a conscience and a heartbeat.”

Having first formed in 2003 on Sydney’s Northern Beaches, the Goons of Doom have since relocated to Byron Bay where they recorded Black Skull Bong in the aptly named village of Goonengerry. A little older and none the wiser, the Goons of Doom have become one of Australian music’s most unlikely stayers.


Watch: Shaun Manners in “I am unruly, poorly dressed and I am toothless! I am also good surfer!”

A must-watch for appreciators of extravagant surfing and dramatic waves…

Recently, the Western Australian surfer Shaun Manners stole the show in Billabong’s latest offering, Holy Tubes in the Naked Desert!” 

Today, Shaun, who is 20 and lives in Margaret River in his mum’s backyard, and his filmer Tom Jennings, have released Blastoid, a thirteen-minute short that is great fun.

A blastoid, and I’m not talking to the biologically aware here, are are an “extinct type of stemmed echinoderm, often referred to as sea buds” and not to be confused with Blastoise, the walking turtle from Pokemon.

Pretty sure this edit’ll get you trembling and jerking in the usual and familiar spasms.

From the last-kid-picked-to-be-on-the-team department: Surfer Poll Ghosts insanely popular New Jersey vlogger!

"This is something I've had to deal with my whole life. I've never been in the crew."

Just two hours ago, I wrote a post pointing to the influence New Jersey vlogger Ben Gravy has had on Jamie O, Koa Rothman, as well as Kalani Robb, Brett Barley etc.

Ben’s YouTube channel has 56,000 subscribers and so many little films you could watch them back to back on a rocket ship and not even be halfway through ’em as you touch down on Mars.

His themes are positivity and an everyman vibe. If I can do it, you can sorta thing.

“Three years ago, I was twenty six years old, washed-up, barely surfed, blown-out knee with a doctor telling me I might never surf again,” Ben said in a forty-three minute vlog he made while visiting Surf Ranch. “I changed my life, I changed my mindset and today I came to the Kelly Slater wavepool and I surfed with Kelly Slater. Anything is possible. If you chase your dreams, if you put positivity and goodness into the universe, it’ll come back to you. I’m living proof.”

Good enough to be nominated for Best Web series at the 2018 Surfer Poll, yes?

In a tearful post, which you can watch by hitting the play button and scrolling through to twelve-ish minutes, Ben says,

“Three years ago, it wasn’t something I felt like I deserved. (But) right now, the way that surfing stands, I deserve to be nominated.”

“I’ve worked tirelessly for three years to accomplish the goals I’ve put in front of me.”

“I put out an immense amount of positivity though my videos. I bring laughter and joy and stoke to the world of surfing.” 

“I’ve never been in the crew. I’ve never been accepted by Surfer magazine, Surfing magazine, never even by Eastern Surf magazine.” 

“I’ve never been given props.”

“That’s something I’ve had to deal with my whole life.”

“(Rejection) formed me into the person I am today. I am a self-made person. I started that way and I’ll probably end that way.” 

Oh I miss his vibrating little laugh.

Now, is this a heartbreaking story of rejection from the highest office in the land or is Gravy a cry-baby who needs a damn good seeing to with an NYPD flashlight?