Here's a little piece I threw together after dragging the old Hi-8 Sony Handicam out of mothballs. I've never shot surfing with it before, and I'm pretty stoked on the results!
Before the Beach Boys and Jan and Dean and Gidget and gnarly crowds and carloads of hodads there was jazz. And jugs of red wine on the beach, wooden surfboards, and funny swimsuits. Can any musical artist evoke these times better than the meandering stylings of Ornette Coleman? I think not!
Looking back on all we accomplished over my six years as Head Cheese of ASRA, I can't help but be amazed, amused, and frankly a bit impressed. Even now, the spirit of competition mixed with an equal helping of comeraderie is still fresh in my mind. That same stoke lives on for me now at Coalition of Surfing Clubs events, but I digress.
Fabio Ballarin had put on two races per year in 1987 and '88, and I recall the intense anticipation that everyone felt about having to wait a whole six months between races. When he announced at the end of 1988 that he would no longer be organizing races, the possibility of having a six race season became a mission that would grow into something truly special...