Culture vs cutbacks
I don’t cover surf contests, I go to events. And if I happen to be going to a surf event, well then that is fine. And especially if that surf event is in Europe. I love brioche. I love tapas. I love The Guggenheim. I love the Castilian dialect. I love Billabong.
The European leg is oft overlooked on the world tour. The waves are tepid. Costs exorbitant. The women forced to bundle their gorgeousness under layers of finely combed wool. They fight the elements. So do surfers. Who bundle their gorgeousness under layers of neoprene.
But it is Europe, darlings.Europe.Keep your groomed Tahitian pits. Your Gold Coast perfection. I will take culture. Fashion. I will take neo-fascism. I will take Ace Buchan staring doe-eyed at a leggy Parisian smoking le cigarette.
I make the most. I don’t fly into Bilbao or any airport reasonably close to the Billabong surf event. I fly to Brussels first, for beer. Blonde and crisp. And to Lisbon second, to pick up my BMW. White and new. And stay the night in the Hotel Britannia which receives fabulous reviews.
Semi-deserved.
I will drive from Lisbon to Mundaka tomorrow. Over delightful Spanish countryside. Past hamlets that once ruled my California. Rolling green. I will listen to Antonio Carlos Jobim and Elis Regina.I hear from a man in France named Mr. Wolf that the start of the week is going to be flat. I trust and dawdle.And I hear he is wrong. That the first round was run yesterday in 3-foot mush. Oh well. I am drinking 50ccs of Stella Artois and looking at a Swede wearing a blonde ponytail. Europeans can be predictable. I suppose all nationalities can be. I am wearing a Vietnam-era jacket covered by a black Helmut Lang button-up. And jeans.
I imagine, in the 3-foot mush, that those who needed to power through, powered through. Dane called me and told me it was a blathering affair. He said he loves Spain but doesn’t like to surf anymore.
I call Bruce who told me he is not on the tour. He said he is not watching webcasts and won’t until the tour moves on to the North Shore. And he won’t then either. He will watch it live from his deck. I call him Brucey.
I wish Andy were on the tour. He has a rotten attitude and it makes me smile.I call Jordy and he said technically he was slightly disappointed in his performance. I ask him if anyone cares.I wish Joel Parkinson were either more interesting or less handsome. He is a bland movie star. Like Gerard Butler. If he was ugly I would and could write him off. Like Dayyan Neve.
I wonder if Bobby Martinez will punch me like he promised two years ago?
Reality check! A guy can just as easily dump you if you fuck him on the first date as he can if you wait until the tenth.
I am still in Brussels. Third Stella Artois. It is raining. Everything is so modern. So steel and glass. I don’t know if I like the typescript they use here. And before you write, “this is the worst surf contest coverage ever.” Please remember, there’s a part of me that dies for the millionth time. And it’s my own cheating heart that makes me cry. And remember Sam George.
My flight leaves at 16:55. What the fuck time is 16:55? 2:00?
My phone bill is growing because I insist on calling pro surfers.
I don’t know why it is suddenly so popular to hate the WCT. Howling for a Rebel Tour. It doesn’t seem so bad to me. Of course it isn’t perfect. What is?
I will go to whatever meeting they have whenever they have and state as much.I call Aaron Cormican. He said he was never on the tour.
I call him Gorkin.- Charlie Smith




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Reply #61 on : Tue October 13, 2009, 12:41:48