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pushing envelopes

A few summertime peaks this morning.
Surfed with Christian, which is always great.
Dude generates speed from the dinkyest waves.
He smacked quite a few lips.
Didn't find too many nice ones myself.
A fun drop and a couple kooky lefts.
Nobody around.
Farking Surrrrf.

Yesterday went to band practice but nobody showed.
Solo seshed for almost 2 hours then went over to this little gallery/venue in Oakland (on 25th between Broadway and Telegraph) called 21 Grand. Walked in just as Fred Frith (guitar), Scott Amendola (drums) and Larry Ochs (sax) ended their first set. An absolute legend in the world of free jazz, Fred Frith specializes in pushing musical envelopes. When they began the second set Frith percussively banged the strings of his guitar a few times and then used a Line6 Looper pedal and a Volume pedal to create these swooping, ambient drones. Amendola and Ochs began this freeform, abstract improvisation that seemed to purposely avoid any set melodic, harmonic or rhythmic structure. Pushing and pushing toward abstraction. Like playing all the wrong notes. Constantly expanding past what correctly should be the next note. Expanding and delving into this turgid, dissonant beauty. Frith then began a series of ferocious finger tapping patterns while using a delay/swoop pedal. Ethereal, flittering barrages of notes filled the atmosphere. Still no groove. Avoiding the groove. Amendola using these electric nobs and buttons to create screechy, futuristic percussive nuances. Then Frith had his guitar (vintage Gibson ES-335) on his lap and he puts a rag over the strings/pickups and then picks up some drum sticks and starts banging away on his guitar!!! He wasn't mellow about it either. I cringed to see him hammering away at that beautiful, delicate instrument with a set of drum sticks!! He even broke a friggin drumstick while whacking on the neck of his guitar. WTF!! But it sounded bad-ass. He used a crunchy overdrive to accentuate the sound and this raucous, irreverent rat-a-tat-tat emanated from his amp. He then used these thin little sticks to drum on his bare strings, which created a santoor, or hammer dulcimer-type sound. really cool. The band ebbed and flowed through emotional ups and downs. really listening to each other and bobbing and weaving. Then Frith busted out this strange, hand-held LCD/Laser utensil-thing which he held next to the stings instead of picking with this right hand. Somehow this laser caused the string it was held over to vibrate and produce a sound. He ripped through these bizarre, avant-garde licks with his left hand while his right hand held this machine.. Drony, electric weirdness. Very cool. These guys were taking chances. Amendola using a brush to sizzle against his snare and then wacking the floor with a stick. Frith throwing tin cans off a table as a percussive exclamation point. Ochs not afraid to stretch into rangy, dischordant chromatic expressions. All steeped in decades and decades of ferocious jazz mastery.

So inspiring!!! I, along with everyone else there, was frickin rivited and mouth-open slack-jawwed at the vibe/jam/sound coming from the stage. I mean, total unabashed mastery! But also futuristic, edge-bleeding, 23rd century no man's land. After the show i immediately sprinted back to the studio for another hour of hard-core jammification. I pushed hard into my own boundaries of abstraction and really attempted to shirk the limits of typical groove and tone.

music!!

Some surfing pics from south of Lindy last Monday;
M*****a surf pics

Posted by: dmc at September 9, 2005 09:55 AM

2nd again

Posted by: MSG at September 9, 2005 10:19 AM

Hey e,

Guitarists have been doing that sort of thing forever! Jimmy Page used a violin bow to play his electric guitar, the L.A. Guitar Quartet plays Gamalan Indo music with all sorts of funky contraptions found from digging around the house on their strings, Preston Reed and many other guitarists play percussion on their guitars using all sorts of devices including just their plain hands, Justin King (who I think is probably the most dynamic new young guitarist to ever come about) plays percussive slap bass on his guitar, John Williams and his world music band use spoons and etc... to get all sorts of weird sounds from the strings of their guitars -- somewhat like the sounds of birds off in the distance.

Anyways, I love the guitar, man. I LOVE it so much. I play whenever I get the chance to play. Someday, you and I need to jam out.

Posted by: MSG at September 9, 2005 10:24 AM

Posted by: Stanley Jordan Fan at September 9, 2005 10:37 AM

I have his ^^ college practice amp.

Crrrrappy waves mid-morning, but I needed the fix.

Posted by: kloo at September 9, 2005 10:42 AM

That dude sounds crazy..

im out of here this weekend so everyone wax up thier sticks..

Posted by: bagel at September 9, 2005 10:46 AM

Hey e, it sounds like we traded off Christian this morning. I paddled out a little south of this solo guy...and 'lo, it was he. Fun times. C. can surf anything - I couldn't even see 1/2 the waves or bumps or whatever he found but he was was bombing around all the way to the beach. Sometimes I tried to figure out where he was sitting to catch these long rides, but shockingly enough it didn't work out for me, hmmmmm

Posted by: s.s. sharkbait at September 9, 2005 11:05 AM

Syntax Fintax; 'Hey Kaiser, w_h_a_t e_v _e_r.' What do you have against english majors and creative writing? Post more explicit pics
dude -. Does your boss know how much time you spend on this blog? You're fired!
My beach again - nobody around ( they're all on the net!) in the frothy waves. Mixed bag of B-peaks in a warm burping frothy sea.
Flakestah: - us " beautiful people" o'er here are looking for a little sun with our waves. WHEN IS GOING TO FUCKING CLEAR!

Posted by: INOKEA at September 9, 2005 11:12 AM

theres a whole lot of stink butt squatting going on in those pics.

Posted by: kix at September 9, 2005 11:25 AM

beautiful people?

Posted by: at September 9, 2005 11:34 AM

The dp this am was worth the paddle out. A few closeouts mixed with a few peelers. Damn, I kept seeing fins out of the corner of my eye. Not side shots either. They would rise and fall before I got a good look at them. My common sense told me they were dolphins but my imagination was yelling Shark!

I saw Stanley Jordan years ago at the Chestnut Cabaret in Philly. The guy rocks. He was playing 2 synth guitars at once; lead on one guitar with his right hand and rhythm on the other guitar with his left hand. The guitars were mounted on a rack in front of him. Stanley plays a mean mixed style of rock, funk, and jazz rendition of Ravel's Bolera too. Pluck and slap bassist as well. An inspirational must see.

Posted by: Dennis at September 9, 2005 11:36 AM

Sharks? Man there arent any sharks at OB.

You must be trippin.

Posted by: Dont Call Me Francis at September 9, 2005 11:45 AM

Fat dolphins - huge! Parousing, full stop at spot K. Wild!
Cadaver sad he saw the head of seal floating off his port bow mid-day tuesday; we of course dismissed him.
Don't waste time cking'it - paddle out but not to a peak where other peeps be - it's shite all over anyway - all the same from K to S.

Posted by: Vert at September 9, 2005 12:11 PM

INOKEA -- nice vibes dude. You are one of those folks for whom the clouds will never leave.

Posted by: at September 9, 2005 12:11 PM

Too bad sharks arent attracted to bad vibes instead of blood.

Just a thought.

Good Surfing(NIMBY)

Posted by: Dont Call Me Francis at September 9, 2005 12:15 PM

Dude that guy in the purple shirt is jamming! His style is so sick! Bummed I missed him live.

Posted by: Shralp at September 9, 2005 12:19 PM

Inokea is suffering from severe depression and everyone should leave him alone.

Posted by: psyciatrist at September 9, 2005 12:19 PM

Ever wonder why ther are so many good Socal surfers?

Posted by: Dennis at September 9, 2005 12:23 PM

WORD NICENESS!

--Well, here I am in Dublin, Ireland. Waiting around in Pubs drinking pint after pint of Guinness, waiting around for incompetent TACA bullshit AIRLINES to find my lost surfboards somewhere along the many layover land of Chile, Peru, Costa Rica, New York, or London. Which one do you think it is? Take a pick, it's probably a better guess than TACA's. On a lighter note, my last day somewhere along the long stretch of coast in Chile was quite epic. I was worried I wouldn't get to surf in the land o' lefts, but my patience was rewarded. More than a week of storm surf finally backed off. I woke up from camping on the beach and saw plate glass. An absolute breath taking sight after all the chop-slop, and hanging in the urban jungle of Santiago. After a bunch of lay-overs later, and 3 days worth of sleeping in airports and paying outrageous prices I arrived to my 2nd to last lay-over. New York. It was SICK. It's always a relief to break the stereotypes of a culture. No one was an asshole, or rude to me. In fact, the complete opposite. Anyone I asked help from, they bent over backwards to help. I saw Ground Zero. A very moving thing to see. I can't even begin to imagine being there when that atrocity took place. I have a few pics that I put online, and if I haven't sent you an email, you can check them at http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/aloha2ian/album?.dir=/3577&.src=ph&.tok=ph55FmDBeat7b8OD . Well, Ireland, "the cold water Indo" is calling my name, so boards or not, I'm heading to the coast, and I'll keep everyone posted. Be here now!

Posted by: Ian at September 9, 2005 12:30 PM

go ian go!

Posted by: bagel at September 9, 2005 12:36 PM

as if the car break-ins weren't enough, my girlfriend was witness to an outright attack this morning at the gas station at 19th and ortega. some guy punched an old lady that was filling up her car, snatched her purse and drove away. sounds like the lady had a broken nose and was visibly shaken. lots of witnesses, so hopefully the police will catch the f*ker.

Posted by: caveman at September 9, 2005 12:43 PM

The adventure looks great so far Ian. Guess loosing boards is all part of it. Hope you get them back quickly.

Posted by: Dennis at September 9, 2005 12:43 PM

Posted by: e at September 9, 2005 12:57 PM

Christian was riding the rotating rail fin demo board this morning....I just spoke with him and got feedback...peace...out....

Posted by: blakestah at September 9, 2005 01:05 PM

Kick ass Ian, nice description e, cool pics dmc.

Posted by: Andrew in Alameda at September 9, 2005 01:16 PM

Fall in Ireland. Pretty farking good call.

Oh, and the Guiness is the real stuf from Dublin not the crap made in Conneticut.

County Clare has all the lefts Ian, as if you wont be sidetracked by all the other empty reef.

Good Craic.

Posted by: Green with Envy at September 9, 2005 01:21 PM

More on Stanley...
http://stanleyjordan.com/Biography/biography.html

Posted by: Dennis at September 9, 2005 01:22 PM

Ian,

Head to Bundoran in County Donegal;
http://www.surfworldireland.com/wavereview.aspx#sand_bar

Posted by: dmc at September 9, 2005 02:03 PM

Bundoran-

Posted by: dmc at September 9, 2005 02:13 PM

A resident of the Quarter who stayed behind has posted his pictures of the experience.

http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?mode=fromshare&conn_speed=1&Uc=11f8dl9z.4nk5zpvf&Uy=vhxvcl&Ux=1

Posted by: at September 9, 2005 02:22 PM

That photo essay is nuts.

Posted by: tucker at September 9, 2005 03:03 PM

What is it about Footlocker that looters love so much? Lots of windows blown out of the buildings.

Posted by: Dennis at September 9, 2005 03:05 PM

Wow...that photo essay is amazing. Goods to that guy for documenting his journey. Craziness!

Posted by: Q at September 9, 2005 03:29 PM

For your Friday afternoon time-wasting convenience, the Niceness e-book club presents this week's selection by Daniel Duane Something Wicked This Way Comes

Posted by: Andrew in Alameda at September 9, 2005 03:35 PM

Posted by: at September 9, 2005 03:57 PM

Cool Andrew, I remember that Friday in 1998, was super stoked to be livin' in SB at the time. I remember pulling up to the Captian at sunrise, weather radio in hand, and hearing the harvest buoy was like 20+ feet at 20 seconds. Every point from Gaviota to N. Mex was on fire that day.

Posted by: artifact at September 9, 2005 04:02 PM

Artifact, good memory. Nature did a special on it with some absolutely beautiful photograhy.

Condition Black

Posted by: Andrew in Alameda at September 9, 2005 04:26 PM

Yeah that's a good one every now and then it's on channel 9, the IMAX footage for "Extreme" was great too.

Anyone else surf that day? Stories?

Posted by: artifact at September 9, 2005 04:28 PM

Posted by: at September 9, 2005 04:33 PM

Man, i'm dying for surf. I hope this south next week hits us straight on. 26th Street, here I come!

I read that the Willis brothers claim the surf was a lot bigger that day at Outer Reef Sunset. They finally made it out there with some other Californian pair of jet skiing tow'ers and saw what they called 100-120 feet waves. No shit. I can't recall if they caught any waves there, but eventually they ended up with Bradshaw and the boys at Outside Log Cabins. They claim Sunset was WAY bigger than what they saw/surfed at Log Cabins that day. I have a friend that was watching the surf at Sunset from Pupukea Heights that day with a serious telescope and said the same thing: surf was macking about a mile outside of Sunset. Later in the day, he went to hills above Log Cabins around the time Bradshaw caught the wave above. He thought it seemed like the surf dropped a lot from what he saw earlier. That was his impression. So, I suppose there is something there with what those crazy Willis bro's were saying. Anyhow, I remember a couple weeks after the swell broke, the sandbars at Ehukai/Pupukea were the farthest I've ever seen it go out. There was absolutely no gradient to the shoreline. All the sand was pulled out about a quarter mile out to sea. The sandbars were all time.

Posted by: MSG at September 10, 2005 01:19 AM

Surf shops
SF Surf the only shop in town run by shapers. The only place in town to get a custom.
This was on blakestah site, he might be a good weather man but is just another kook like this guys from sf.
The owner can't surf at all.
Fat,lazy,crack and coke headed and takes 3 to 4 months to get a custom.
I rather pay the extra and get one from the rack.
There is other local shapers way better than this guys.
Any problem with this comment, come and look form at OB anytime. I drive a ford F-150 black and has a sticker in the back saying screw Sf kooks.

Posted by: brian at September 10, 2005 07:24 PM

Brian,

Is is this your way of looking for a date?? If it is....Does your F-150 have a bench seat? Cuz I'm SWF, 5'5" blond hair, blue eyes, no teeth and 200lbs. FAG!!!

Posted by: at September 10, 2005 08:57 PM

Went to Sloat at around 12. There were some really fun head high waves out there. The winds blew it to shit by 3 though.

Posted by: MSG at September 10, 2005 08:57 PM

Should've been with us. Shoulder high, slightly offshore and glass. Definitely nobody named Brian. Felt remarkably like September.

Posted by: Spiderman at September 10, 2005 09:24 PM

Posted by: at September 10, 2005 10:29 PM

Posted by: at September 10, 2005 10:29 PM

Hey Spiderman,

Where did you guys go? Today was such an awesome day in SF. Had a good fun surf session, went to work out in Portero afterwards, and had dinner at Chows in the Castro. Been jamming my guitar ever since I got home and talking to new peeps. Days like this is the kind of day I want to die on.

Posted by: MSG at September 10, 2005 11:47 PM

Man, those two fat chicks crack me up. I'd fuck the one on the left if I got drunk enough -- and I'm talking one or two beers here hahaha! nah *shudder* There's no drug or drink in the world that would make me sleep with the other one. I'd need like, massive beer glaucoma fo dat.

Posted by: MSG at September 10, 2005 11:52 PM

Yeah, today was really why we all chose to live here, wasn't it? And, the niceness was pretty much evenly distributed to just about every place that will throw up a wave or two. It's probably vague enough to say that our spot was cleaned up considerably by the massive wind shadow cast by a certain well known peninsula.

After a trip to the pet store with the poodle and the canaries and some errands in the Avenues with the Missus, we dropped the teenager and some friends in Mill Valley so they could "lurk" and had dinner at Joe's Taco Lounge. Yum!, Sayulita.

Tomorrow, after a quick dawn check of our local break, I'm thinking of playing the same game where the scheduled 5 to 10 mph winds in the morning will be offshore. I'll be the one turning either left or right on Nineteenth Avenue.

Posted by: Spiderman at September 11, 2005 01:50 AM

MSG and Spiderman for President!

Posted by: at September 11, 2005 09:04 AM

Score and shut yer traps S- Man and MSG

Posted by: at September 11, 2005 12:23 PM

msg.. it's sunday at 12:51. i'm about to leave work and go to the studio to play music for a few hours. hit me up at e@niceness.org if you're interested.

Posted by: e at September 11, 2005 12:52 PM

brian, your statement above is full of inaccuracies.

The owner of SF Surfshop, John Schultze, has shaped 250 boards a year for the last 12 years, and quite a few before that. He grew up on the peninsula. He is also a very very good surfer, although with full-time shaping and glassing and a wife and two kids he certainly doesn't surf as much as he used to. This past summer he took his kids surfing twice a week on his days off. WRT him being coke-headed etc, he has been clean and sober for a little over 2 years.

As for other local shapers in SF, there are not any that shape professionally in SF. A few guys do it as side jobs. A few people in Pacifica, and a ton in SC. I guess rickland is working out of Daly City now, but just recently. Bill Hickey used to shape here, but works in Encinitas now. etc. I'm sure you can find someone to do a custom faster if you are willing to drive 90 minutes to place the order and to pickup the board.

Posted by: blakestah at September 11, 2005 02:23 PM

SHAME SHAME SHAME

That was kind of mean talkin' shit about JS (Life of Brian) like you know him and obviously you do which is worse because more than likely you peek into the shop and say hi to him but he can't see your fangs and your devils horns - you fucking surfer scum. A bit like the style of creep who obviously knows me - names me and then secretly wants to bugger me as well - strange world this - blogging.
We all have our short-coming's, (I certainly do as most of you know ) - and come-uppin's are due as well. That little corner with its thrashed and soiled streets - a little bit of Market street in the Sunset.
You think its worth a million bucks owning a crappy two bedroom at the playa? Wow, you're in! Flipside is in 5 years this place will be so overun with psycho's it'll barley be recognizable - already unrecognizable. You used to drive the F-150 but now you drive a dark coloured BM'er on account of your grandmother leaving that money for you; you are balding and fatter than we used to know; your surfing style ranges from sluggish to angry to wild, basic and without any kind of flare or noteriety. You are amongst the great wash of nobody's.
I know who you are and though you grew up here on the other side of the hill you still suck. Why don't you do us all a favor and kill yourself?
Great shitball saturday . This is the new era of OB. Dudes arrive by the car loads clamouring to get a parking spot - running from the car to the beach as fast as they can into the crap surf. Hooting and staring; all these tourists claiming the beach for their own; you make me want to puke or worse burn your fucking car to the ground with all its godamned surf gear contents: fleece tops, flannel and silly hippie jock hats to the fucking ground. Other mangy impulses range from a brick through your front windshield or at least a wax job all across same said windshiled, or flattened tires; I am in a rage watching this place get taken over by a bunch of 20 something punks.
This is the New Frisco - a city teeming with transplants from all over the place. Yeah yeah, the old days; they we cooler, less transient, friendlier - not like this influx of shame.
And who are you to be staring at anyone else - you're surfing is all shame - torn from the pages of mags and websites. You are a void within a void. Looking at me looking at you I don't give a fuck about being friendly anymore.
And so let it be - let it go Bob - this is the end game - full tilt and it's over.
You can have this squalid, vapid east coast of a place - it is a city filled your bretheren - they think like you, they act ike you, they ARE you.
Say goodby to BVB becuase he won't write again - it's over Niceness, Done, baked hashed and fried - SHOT.
Amen.
p.s. Blakestaller - not that I give a wit what you think actually, but I do appreciate you standing up for JS... he's one of us...

BVB

Posted by: Just Add Water at September 11, 2005 04:11 PM

Is John Schultz the same guy from Los Altos? He used to work in a skate/surfer clothing shop on Foothill Exp? This was in the 80's? He was a coke head? So were alot of the 80's penninsula surfers. haha.

Anyway, BVB, aren't you from LA and hence a transplant? SF is the place of birth on my birth certificate. I could care less about the surf culture around here. I tend to surf in the boondocks. You're right about magazines image of surfing being pretty teenie boy-band lame though.

Posted by: tibo at September 11, 2005 05:20 PM

I love fat chicks.

Posted by: Brian at September 11, 2005 05:54 PM

Sorry "Anonymous", I should've known that any reference to poodles would put the rednecks uptight.

Posted by: Spiderman at September 11, 2005 06:07 PM

Posted by: at September 11, 2005 10:15 PM

Dang, e, I just got home at 11 pm. I was pretty much out all day. I'll email you regardless.

Posted by: MSG at September 11, 2005 11:35 PM

Hey Brian,
You can't talk about people this way.
Jhon is a good guy.Full time father,shaper/glasser/owner of surf shop and takes care of his ill mom.
My name is Rich owner of Rickland surfboards.
I shape 4 to 6 boards per week.I been working with top shapers. Including John Shultz.
You think making a surfboard is easy .
Took me almost 7 yEARS OF LEARNING PROCCES TO BE WERE i'M AT NOW.
tHANKS TO JOHN THAT HELP ME OUT FOR FEW MONTHS WHEN I DECIDED TO GO BACK INTO THE SHAPING CARRER.
NOW A BIG ADVICE , SELL YOU KOOK TRUCK AND LEAVE TOWN.
I'm pretty sure you already got a lot people upset.
Rickland.

Posted by: rickland at September 12, 2005 09:50 AM
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