The original surf media troll
JJ Moon was an inside joke that blew up into a national phenomenon. “Moon” was really Ned Eckert, a high school football coach and weekend surfer with a broad “What Me Worry?” face and an amazing Sean Connery-like carpet of hair across his chest and keg-shaped belly. Mickey Dora, Corky Carroll, Joey Cabell, and Mickey
A legend passes
It’s with heavy hearts that we announce that Dorian “Doc” Paskowitz has passed away. He’d spent the last days of his life surrounded by his family and friends, and with support pouring in from around the world through social media channels. The Texas-born, Stanford-educated physician leaves behind an indelible mark on surf culture. He helped introduce surfing
Two of Santa Cruz's best, dealing with Santa Cruz's worst
In 1994, Peter Mel and Darryl “Flea” Virostko, both from Santa Cruz, became the main players at Mavericks. Stayed on top for a good long time, the two of them—10 or 12 years. Peter the friendly and smiling Gary Cooper-ish gentleman killer. Flea with his deliciously poisonous charisma, the guy most likely to make the
Three to the beach, everyday, for four decades
The new issue of SURFER just arrived, and I of course thumbed straight to my “Archive” column, settled into my black leather Le Corbusier LC3, crossed my legs, flecked a spot of dust from my sleeve, began reading, and a moment or two later chuckled softly and muttered “Warshaw, old boy, you’ve done it again.”
Wave-ski hero talks about his mind-blowing waveriding
Merv Larson was holding down the No. 10 spot last week on my Most Advanced Wave-Riders of All Time list, but having just rewatched Larson’s part in Pacific Vibrations, filmed at Rincon in 1969, I must reassess. The most progressive high-performance surfers at this point—Lynch, Young, Aurness, Spencer, Abellira—were still very much in the process
A hooded member of the Jedi Council of advanced wave-riders
Mike Stewart’s EOS page just posted, and to mark the occasion I will now attempt to triangulate Stewart’s woefully underrated surf-world awesomeness using Kelly Slater and George Greenough. Nobody else will do. Slater and Greenough. God and Buddha. On the thousand-plus-year parchment scroll of surf history, this is the kind of lofty company Mike Stewart
Throwback interview to when shapers were wizards
Dick Brewer turns 78 today. Of all the shaping gurus, Brewer sat on the tallest mountain, had the most acolytes, wore the most beatific expression, and spoke in the deepest, most spellbinding voice. He was the guru’s guru. Lopez, Abellira, Fitzgerald, Chapman, among others, studied their boardmaking craft at his knee. Virtually every notable surfer
The original surf-rock legend's Ed Sullivan debut was 51 years ago this week
Fifty-one years ago today, Oct. 6, Dick Dale played the Ed Sullivan Show. Dale looked pretty damn punk rock, with his greased-up hair, wearing a black T-shirt—every other rock act at the time, most famously The Beatles, wore suits and ties for the Sullivan show—and as soon as the camera hits him, Dale rears back
Terry Fitz + BK + John Peck = Sam Hawk
Give me the DNA know-how and a pair of med students in lab coats, and I would love to take a crack at building the perfect ’70s surfer. I would call him…Sam Hawk. Because that is the best surfer name ever. Now toss over a petri dish and a gene splicer, let’s get to it!
Just don't call him "Booby"
James Jones is a mystery. To me, to you, to the rest of surfing. Always has been. Fantastic surfer, incredibly solid on his feet, courage and style to burn, two-time Duke winner, switchfoot ace, so at home in the tube he could redecorate the place, and of course the first great Waimea tuberider. Handsome, too.