Hey Paul,
Bit of mat brandishing in this
early 60s Australian footage. But what's interesting is how much gets
crammed into the short piece, including Duke, Midget and Nat, an even
earlier flashback to some young swain arriving at the beach in a
chauffeured limousine (?), a record pressing plant and record store, and
best of all, The Atlantics surf band pounding away, live, throughout.
Had
a mellow, sunny session in south swell surf at Pleasure Point the other
day. Bobbing around out the back, a woman asked me if I was catching
waves. Funny how other surfers perceive us, or rather, don't perceive us. It's usually advantageous to be under the radar in the lineup... but c'mon, what do you think I'm doing? Hobnobbing with the cool kids? Fishing with my bare hands?
Weird.
Hope you guys are well!
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"Mat brandishing" is the word of the day...
:)
I have a vague memory a golden age waterman named Matt Brandish.
He preferred to go by Matthew, but yeah...
After watching the vid, I checked to see how old Duke was. Seems to be 74 and he's yoked. Dare to dream.
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