FINAL COLLABORATION...RILEY, CHIPPA, BRITTANY & MYSELF
Lost in Transformation
Sometimes the universe seems to bet against you. Hollywood's on your doorstep but you've got one foot in the rural and the other in the urban, unsure of what step to take next. Just as you're teetering on that green pool of success all odds manage to entwine and obliterate the ground you were standing on. You can see where you came from but ahead is a little blurry; you've misplaced yourself. Thankfully, there are those certain types of people that can make all that seems so wrong, seem oh so right. Just so happens, I got to spend a few days getting lost amongst a few of them.
Terrigal is not the land of milk and honey, definitely not the land of silk and money and sure is not where the pretty people play. It's not even where the pretty people work. It's just somewhere on the central coast. A place that Matt O'Brien would drive thirteen hours to get to, ten for Chip and one for myself. It's a place that Riley calls home. A place we all hoped would be worth it.
They say a house aligned to a pair of shoes strung over power lines, is street code for the home of a drug dealer. Riley might talk like a thug and listen to Young Jeezy on repeat, but the boy is strictly business. Besides, he only deals with liquid and isn't quite as cashed up as the average drug lord. He's in debt, but the kid knows, "you gotta spend it to make it".
The week would see brainchild, Riley, spend a cool three hundred of his own hard earned cash on constructing Hollywood style dolly tracks to film some unadulterated gold. "Me and the homie chip had been planning some pretty messed up ideas for a while. I laid down some clams to create tracks for some bitchin little weeds cinematography. It took two days to make and about 2 hours to set up every use".
The still beauty of the escapade could not have been captured without employing Matty O's talents. "The idea was to create a skate style clip of Chippa. A lot of people talk about bringing skate/snow film style into surf films but usually that's all it is..... talk. We also wanted to see the city and the beach come together".
Chippa just saw the whole adventure as an opportunity to give Riley back the dirty influenza he spread on the Gold Coast.
Of course with the combined twisted humour of Mother Nature and the universe, not all would go to plan. Terrigal's waves would not rise to the occasion; Chip would fail and only succeed in passing the flu on to Matt, who then handed it off to Riley's housemate, Bryce. He is still bedridden. The Dolly tracks would not fulfill their potential and the boys would spend more time eating Wamberal's fish taco's and skating the half pipe in Riley's backyard, than actually surfing.
But, if I had learnt anything from the Little Weeds final, it was that Matt, Chip and Riley would exhaust all avenues to induce their creative vision. After Riley's lair was morphed into a breeding ground for a severe epidemic, the only apparent cure to the defeat was excessive consumption of the sweet stuff. Turns out, the boys lack of cash would change the sweet stuff to something more akin to cheap stuff.
Scrounging for coin, they would drink liters of goon and step out for a night of debauchery. Lost in the hype and excitement of how their lives were about to start changing, their successes already transforming their present, they had big plans. Mostly plans for the flourishing of their own manhood. Unfortunately for Chip and Matt, Terrigal isn't such a nice place to enjoy the nightlife unless you live there, as the not so friendly locals didn't take too kindly to a couple of northern travellers. As for Riley, the bro he is, he was off having a great-intoxicated time, oblivious to chip and Matty's unsavoury adventure.
Boxed wine wasn't enough to the numb the memories of that night for Matt, who now goes by MOB - Money Over Bitches.
"I'm still tossing up the highlight of my night. It's either the polite girl telling me to fuck off on the dance floor or the burley young fellow that kicked out my chair and stole my left shoe. Wasn't all bad, met some really cool kids and had a bullshit kabbab"
Chippa is still sore that the myspace groupie he took home wasn't of age. Instead, he resolved to Riley's manpanionship. It couldn't have gone more wrong and it couldn't have been better. Terrigal gave it up and she was worth it.
Riley had not even made it off the plane home from the Gold Coast when he started engineering this collaboration. Now that it's done, everyone is that little bit better for it, even if the projects path did diverge a little.
Some finished products will be the result of your own architected endeavors, other's you'll just get pulled into, just another element of collaboration. But it's a glimpse of the future. One you can't exactly see but you know is there and rather bright. And yeah, there'll be days when you're so immersed in your work you'll forget to shower. You'll put everything into it until one day you can't see exactly where you came from anymore. It will only matter where you are.
Transformation can be slow and pliable. Though sometimes the urban and the rural, the city and beach merge and what results is something amazing. You can leave your feet where you want them, only taking steps that will get you where you want to be. It may get hard sometimes, things may go really wrong and we might lose ourselves in the frustration of it. But without a doubt, even without the help of liquor or underage girls...we'll always find our way. BRITTANY
FINAL COLLABORATION...RILEY, CHIPPA, BRITTANY & MYSELF
Lost in Transformation
Sometimes the universe seems to bet against you. Hollywood's on your doorstep but you've got one foot in the rural and the other in the urban, unsure of what step to take next. Just as you're teetering on that green pool of success all odds manage to entwine and obliterate the ground you were standing on. You can see where you came from but ahead is a little blurry; you've misplaced yourself. Thankfully, there are those certain types of people that can make all that seems so wrong, seem oh so right. Just so happens, I got to spend a few days getting lost amongst a few of them.
Terrigal is not the land of milk and honey, definitely not the land of silk and money and sure is not where the pretty people play. It's not even where the pretty people work. It's just somewhere on the central coast. A place that Matt O'Brien would drive thirteen hours to get to, ten for Chip and one for myself. It's a place that Riley calls home. A place we all hoped would be worth it.
They say a house aligned to a pair of shoes strung over power lines, is street code for the home of a drug dealer. Riley might talk like a thug and listen to Young Jeezy on repeat, but the boy is strictly business. Besides, he only deals with liquid and isn't quite as cashed up as the average drug lord. He's in debt, but the kid knows, "you gotta spend it to make it".
The week would see brainchild, Riley, spend a cool three hundred of his own hard earned cash on constructing Hollywood style dolly tracks to film some unadulterated gold. "Me and the homie chip had been planning some pretty messed up ideas for a while. I laid down some clams to create tracks for some bitchin little weeds cinematography. It took two days to make and about 2 hours to set up every use".
The still beauty of the escapade could not have been captured without employing Matty O's talents. "The idea was to create a skate style clip of Chippa. A lot of people talk about bringing skate/snow film style into surf films but usually that's all it is..... talk. We also wanted to see the city and the beach come together".
Chippa just saw the whole adventure as an opportunity to give Riley back the dirty influenza he spread on the Gold Coast.
Of course with the combined twisted humour of Mother Nature and the universe, not all would go to plan. Terrigal's waves would not rise to the occasion; Chip would fail and only succeed in passing the flu on to Matt, who then handed it off to Riley's housemate, Bryce. He is still bedridden. The Dolly tracks would not fulfill their potential and the boys would spend more time eating Wamberal's fish taco's and skating the half pipe in Riley's backyard, than actually surfing.
But, if I had learnt anything from the Little Weeds final, it was that Matt, Chip and Riley would exhaust all avenues to induce their creative vision. After Riley's lair was morphed into a breeding ground for a severe epidemic, the only apparent cure to the defeat was excessive consumption of the sweet stuff. Turns out, the boys lack of cash would change the sweet stuff to something more akin to cheap stuff.
Scrounging for coin, they would drink liters of goon and step out for a night of debauchery. Lost in the hype and excitement of how their lives were about to start changing, their successes already transforming their present, they had big plans. Mostly plans for the flourishing of their own manhood. Unfortunately for Chip and Matt, Terrigal isn't such a nice place to enjoy the nightlife unless you live there, as the not so friendly locals didn't take too kindly to a couple of northern travellers. As for Riley, the bro he is, he was off having a great-intoxicated time, oblivious to chip and Matty's unsavoury adventure.
Boxed wine wasn't enough to the numb the memories of that night for Matt, who now goes by MOB - Money Over Bitches.
"I'm still tossing up the highlight of my night. It's either the polite girl telling me to fuck off on the dance floor or the burley young fellow that kicked out my chair and stole my left shoe. Wasn't all bad, met some really cool kids and had a bullshit kabbab"
Chippa is still sore that the myspace groupie he took home wasn't of age. Instead, he resolved to Riley's manpanionship. It couldn't have gone more wrong and it couldn't have been better. Terrigal gave it up and she was worth it.
Riley had not even made it off the plane home from the Gold Coast when he started engineering this collaboration. Now that it's done, everyone is that little bit better for it, even if the projects path did diverge a little.
Some finished products will be the result of your own architected endeavors, other's you'll just get pulled into, just another element of collaboration. But it's a glimpse of the future. One you can't exactly see but you know is there and rather bright. And yeah, there'll be days when you're so immersed in your work you'll forget to shower. You'll put everything into it until one day you can't see exactly where you came from anymore. It will only matter where you are.
Transformation can be slow and pliable. Though sometimes the urban and the rural, the city and beach merge and what results is something amazing. You can leave your feet where you want them, only taking steps that will get you where you want to be. It may get hard sometimes, things may go really wrong and we might lose ourselves in the frustration of it. But without a doubt, even without the help of liquor or underage girls...we'll always find our way. BRITTANY
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by matthew o'brien
August 19, 2009