gato heroi wild adventure into the inner realm of oz

every man searches for himself in some way...Evan Daley-Tripper has the need to feel the sun, sand and sea close to him in his seach for himself...Gato Heroi is a revolutionary breakthrough into the universal mind of surfing - a divine embrace with the reality of free-thought surf and love in the new world Australia (http://www.gatoheroioz.blogspot.com/ and it will transform you forthwith)

foam symmetry

Thank the lord. Praise be to Keven Brennan (always). The future may yet make more sense than we could have hoped; the previous generation will be enraged to hear the spirit rising again against bland uniformity - main street surf magazines revealed as they truly are (a pack of lies) – main street surf shops crumbling – blind subordination of the individual to the faceless organization wearing thin – the quest for normalcy looking rather forlorn – a pack of lies on it’s deathbed. How so sir? Justin Bevan - northern beaches prophet meaningfully capturing the mood of crazy young allies who surf for the new dawn. Dane Peterson speculation - in love with a wild girl in golden eternity. Something significant is taking place – Foam Symmetry. (click on pic for the scoop, rubbernecks!)

the truth about surfing

Thank the lord. Praise be to Keven Brennan (always). The future may yet make more sense than we could have hoped; the previous generation will be enraged to hear the spirit rising again against bland uniformity - main street surf magazines revealed as they truly are (a pack of lies) – main street surf shops crumbling – blind subordination of the individual to the faceless organization wearing thin – the quest for normalcy looking rather forlorn – a pack of lies on it’s deathbed. How so sir? Justin Bevan - northern beaches prophet meaningfully capturing the mood of crazy young allies who surf for the new dawn. Dane Peterson speculation - in love with a wild girl in golden eternity. Kent Turkich west coast distribution. Something significant is taking place – Foam Symmetry.

sidestreet psych - a turning point - the otchkies are the sound of the resurrection

vee bottoms - cacti - the universe is permeated with the sound of the otchkies

the otchkies shake-up the new dawn

the otchkies come with the morning reign and conduct a wyld affair in the southern most regions of the mind

spring-joy-sun

some wild dandelions imagine a wave

the keven brennan appreciation society

Ladies and gentlemen and children of the sun – get up with Bobby Limb – orange skies bursting with joy! – a revolution of the self – a wild mushroom of eternal surf ecstasy – raw and alive (the ghosts of Bobby Brown and Keven Brennan appear on the shore). Keven Brennan tribute tee available soon.

the australian surfing resurrection - feel purple, taste wild surf films from the sidestreets

Blast-off! Suspended in a waking-dream state, the interstellar space hobbit Lachlan Leckie conducts skull-bursting-mindless-headcocks in wild fantasy seas of velvet; Keven Brennan beams-in from another epoch, signalling the Australian Surfing Resurrection (and clearly too much to dream last night). Bobby Limb back announces The Masters Apprentices from a kiosk on the edge of tyme…

it's a mod, mod world (of surfing)

Extradited from the Australian colonies, Tim Crabtree (a stowaway, a mad mod, a gentleman) retraces the serpentine journey of his ancestor Rodney Sumpter through the fields, marshes and haunted castles of his homeland , somewhere between Newquay and the orbit of Neptune; carrying a suitcase full of secrets and a Middle Earth midlength – a child’s bike horn announces the insect surfer’s arrival at the Edge of Entropy – talking hedgehogs – talking clouds – rubbing shoulders with the mystical past (Merlin, The Mad Hatter) while looking like a trainee accountant.

the paisley underground project

the count five insect surfboard shaped by thomas bexon, glassed by jake bowrey, logo lachlan leckie, kent turkich speculation - the paisley underground project

rising from the paisley underground

five years ahead of it's time - midlength mind rocker for insect surfer dee - shaped by thomas bexon and glassed by jake bowrey

the otchkies

Culdesac-psych-rock band The Otchkies krept out of the swamps of Tumbulgum, New South Wales, Australia, like a mist - crawling up the walls of the sad town like a scream. Disjointed oriental blues - Taman Shudesque levitation – moving objects with only the will of the mind – brash cowboys wandering up the garden path to a higher plain – fairy tales and fairy floss fairly far out – head spinning beautiful sounds snatched from an eternal summer. The Insects caught up with Angus Russel from The Otchkies, or at least a strange vision of Angus, a ghost, to further explore the depths of this notorious yet hazy entity – a band name whispered by crazy mod girls in Gold Coast carparks – uttered  by crazy sharpies over Chiko Rolls in front of haunted kiosks – not dared spoken about in darkened pool halls.  I asked – What is The Otchkies? He responded – ‘the mystic desert it is…don’t suppose there’s any Soft Machine cover bands playing tonight?’     

insect trip - go!

Dream it up baby – creeping out of a quagmire through to the paisley covered moon valley of joy – black rain subsiding - it's too much - just call an ambulance! - before they come to get me I’ll be somewhere they can’t find me – surfing on the other side of the moon with bobby brown - eternal summer ecstacy (the count five psych-out space log coming soon…watch this inner space)

the universe is permeated with the odour of paisley

tim crabtree - a mad mod exradited after stowing away to the colonies, living under a mushroom for too many hazy years to recall - found this gleeful stubby in a psychedelic picnic in the homeland, in a dream

a far out trip into the paisley underground

Wolf girl took me down a port city street on a foggy knight – black rain – floods - something strange in a deep sea cave beneath – breathing heavy like a giant sleeping moon-monster – cracking the port city buildings, the gaol, the haunted lunatic asylum - it appeared in night-terrors – an angel of death. Wolf girl steps aside into a shadow. She picks up a jar of eternity laying in this sidesteet since 1966, which had been reopened once or twice since then, and subsequently abandoned until now. The vessel contains the secrets of the paisley undgerground. Wolf girls eye's are wild.

‘do you see my wild eyes?’

She twists the lid. Velvety clouds of joy explode from the jar, slaying the cave beast. The dark angel withers. Outcries of ecstacy! Amazing visions - salty merchants carrying new world treasures – ted spencer dripping with paisley sea tears extending through hollow sections of glee –the easybeats play wild vibrating beat in a cavern – up on a sun-soaked-hill-covered-in-dry-wild-hay-and-a-few-flowers jangly mystic guitars chime – September girls in paisley dresses trip through these fields – keven brennan surfing to love – orange skies - bobby brown raw and alive – magic 9th dimension surfing vessels – the count five – the electric prune spoon – Thomas Bexon sails by on a tiny yacht heading for the edge of the flat earth!

gentle-breeze-sunny-hillside

The paisley underground series by insect - eternal surfing boards from the summer of 66, decorated with incredibly scarce vintage paisley fabric inlays - contact insectsurf@bigpond.com

kent turkich meets the critical slide society

Kent Turkich is an aspergic hobo with a Keven Brennan fixation travelling somewhere between the edge cities of Western Australia, Noosa Heads, Queensland, and Armageddon. This head-cocking-former-professor has pursued a paradigm shift reported to him on the red telephone - a prophecy transmitted in 1966 to the present day - a disposition which anticipates and rejects! the mad insane complex which has confined the breadth of surfing into commerce and competition and alienated the individual. Despite the darkness that seeks to sell it in stylised quantities, this freek has steered usually rudderless toward timeless surfing – meddling in midlength vee bottoms, 1966 pigs and wooden bellyboards to a scratchy soundtrack of regional garage punk – shoeless tin spaghetti eating rambling in the desert – a resurrection of the self… timeless joy (click on pic for tcss link - creeps!)

note surfboards: insect surf pop art experimental trust.

note surfboards: insect surf pop art experimental trust.: "there was some wild universe changing happening at some point in time on the shores of australias west coast...i am reliably informed that ..."

the critical slide society in the western deserts - the last wall of the castle

It has been announced that founding member of the insects that are not aliens surfing club, Kent Turkich, has secured a shady deal with Shakn’ Sam Coombes of the critical slide society, who are based in Sydney, Australia – the harbour city, on the harbour, in Sydney. The transcontinental deal, said to be valued in the tens of dollars, was secured by wire at about 6:15 pm eastern standard time, with the participants identifying the Western deserts, the suburbs on the edge of boomtown, and some of the inner city dumps, as being in need of deliverance in terms of the critical slide society ethos - a message of freedom emanating from the id - and not dissimilar to that spoken by the insect surfers themselves - a call for truth - for self - for sanctuary amongst a zombie-state fooled by illusory prosperity, by Wall Street mind merchants forging a lie, a need, a false need, for a Prado, a neat lawn the size of a golf course, and a dog to pick up after. Ladies and gentlemen and children of the desert, these are exciting times – a storm is coming and mediocrity will be washed away, like scum. Surfers on the west coast should consider their state of mind, being, and very spirit carefully before associating with this partnership, but you will definitely succumb to the ultimate temptation, the critical slide society, as it brings down the last wall of the castle (the pyramid crumbles).

New Project 3

Lachlan Leckies Mad Mad MAD! World of Surfing at the Noosa Festival of Surfing

Marvel as the intrepid director of the Australian surfing resurrection film saga tramps through the wild-wild-Wild! darkness of haunted forests, amongst the reeds, coming from behind the patient hills like a mad moon, leaving the company of gay gnomes and vampires there, to capture the children of the resurrection, gut-sliders, sick like 66, fantastic vee bottom freeks smelling the flowers as if it’s the last day on earth, gloomy inward-looking kiosk-dwellers realising something huge and independent has come into their  dreams, escaping the tragic air of the competition like death in the hidden coves – 16mm film, in vivid colour – the Australian Surfing Resurrection Film in Noosa.    

its a mad mad mad world of bellyboarding

champions of surf and art will take to vintage pacific bellyboards with keen skill and reckless, gay abandon! don't miss it boys and girls, during the noosa festival of surfing, wednesday march 16, 5-7pm, at noosa longboards. all bellyboards are for sale to the tune of frantic mod sounds, scones and the simplest form of surfing sweeping the nation, a sensation, a crazy, bellyboarding sensation!

the australian surfing resurrection film madness - the cast!

The cast will include a batch of dirty, unattached practiotioners as they exist in there environment.  From the hinterland of noosa heads, to the sad dens of caloundra, the culdesacs of coolangatta, and swamps of Sydneys northern beaches; the film will find these wild-eyed brothers and sisters determined to escape the scouting eye of commerce in their desperate shacks, their rusted out wagons - tin spaghetti - the sacrifice of the unsponsorred.

the australian surfing resurrection

Ladies and gentlemen and Saturday's children - get up with Bobby Limb - Bobby Brown raw and alive - The Australian Surfing Resurrection erodes the wretched myth about surfing being said since 66 - a sad giant black diamond heaving under the bloody beach - ARISE! - the ghost of Keven Brennan appears on the shore - no longer sleeping - bursting with the joy and anticipation of what is to come...

voices from the edge

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For sure is the number one for me.
I want one of your tshirts, "The Australian Surfing Resurrection" one.
Do you think is posible to send it to Spain ?
Muchas gracias.

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the australian surfing resurrection film madness

The Australian Surfing Resurrection (ASR) film captures the rise and rise again of the wild, untamed spirit of Australian surfing. It provides a visual announcement on the resurrection of the heart of surfing occurring in Australia and globally.  Using a mixture of Super 8 and digital footage, combined with a raw, reckless texture and psychedelic garage sound track, the film will feature both celebrated and unheard of surfers from around Australia on all sorts of craft in variable to perfect waves.

Since about October 1966, the great joy and diversity of the surfing has been tormented by a darkness, a sickness, a spectre of doom rising from commercial enterprises and the stifling, limited version of surfing that gos with it. But the spirit has survived. How so, you ask? Ladies and gentlemen and children of the new dawn, despite the madness going-on in the 'surf' stores, the main-streets, and the corporate backrooms; a range of strange introverts, cove dwellers and kiosk lurkers have continued to uphold the most sacred aspects of the art, cosciousness and heart of surfing. A breakaway direction. Mindful surfboard riding. Defying the regime. Doing what they want on all soughts of crazy sliding vessels, flying saucers, handplanes, logs, vee bottoms, finless,  mats, simmons. A mid-length manifesto? Why not? Minds free. Unshackled choices about love, life and surf. Whatever next? Whatever next? 

the film is currently under production by reel dusty films lachlan leckie beat master ball tyripper from coollangatta - sharpies!

the keven brennan appreciation society

keven brennan (back-turned). one of saturdays children. soup saint. flower-punk-moonchild. mad with love for uncontained surfing-joy. a golden soul withstanding the tragic air...

note surfboards: custom log.

note surfboards: custom log.: "this is matts new log..9'4' x 23 1/8' x 3'.....nose and tail both in the 17's... i call this model the tree device...or the heavy tree d..."

son of midget - peter farrelly - count three - insectsurfer - ariseth!

last night i awoke to the strangest dream - midget farrelly steering a vee bottom stubby so on edge the deck of the board was facing the face of the wave - he was strong and young and brash - aloof - he took it through the rotting pillars of a miserable haunted bat shed - i look at the moon - it blinks - and i look at my hands - they creep - and this is not a haunted house but the town of my birth - only webbed and porch-moving like coloured dirty dough - mad children mingle in the playground nextdoor - johnno babbles about the mid-length manifesto - and all this is covered in dead fog - but some moony arms signal the end of darkness - and i miss my girl badly - and i'm talking to the son-of-midgett about the resurrection - peter farrelly ariseth! - insect surfer

the australian surfing resurrection in noosa - sponnoed by noosa longboards, noosa

lacklan leckie and kent turkich conduct megabusiness related to the forthcoming resurrection. just look at their keen expressions! mad! keep an eye on those figures boys...hey, the ones on the page!

the japanese surfing resurrection - insects in noosa sponnoed by noosa longboards

kent turkich secures megabusiness and rigamarol surrounding the japanese surfing resurrection - the hills behind conduct hallucinations of keven brennan and bobby brown funny gladness surfing national park - the conductor approves

vintage pacific surfcraft tee shirts @ noosa longboards - summer joy fun love and the spirit of untamed surfing

vintage pacific tee shirts via email vintagepacificsurfcraft@gmail.com or at noosa longboards

the insects that are not aliens surfing club in noosa - sponnoed by noosa longboards, noosa heads, queensland australia

tim crabtree the mod on a scooter - tripn balls pushing pies in hastings street - look out! don't tread on that banana cake - lachlan leckie with spiders in his hair and spiders in his eyes - the most bogus head cocks - bogus board swaps - noosa longboards sponsorship - thomas bexonyouthgonemad - peter farally mad on makaha footage - megan wagener with flowers in her hair and flowers in her eyes - d fin - toads - loose plans and misadveture - pure joy - pure joy