Strange Rumblings Premiere
Whoever proclaims that timing is everything during life is so fucking right…. Timing gets the best spot, the right connection, the correct tide, and will have the most delectable bride. A prime example occurred to me in the form of a surf film premiere in Southern California near home during the summer of ’14. On a whirlwind of spontaneity it had been decided that I would venture south from Santa Cruz and Central California to model clothing and partake in the summer surf culture festivities. So away we drifted into the darkness of the night, down to the deepness of LA & OC. With Jeanvieve at my side, ready to traverse the steep road down to the homeland. This night, now late as the early morning, felt as a daze through which we wandered. As the sun begins to break dawn our heads down to lay, anxious for the entanglements of the new day. With a dreary breakfast, moods [depart or apart ?] from gay, shopping ensues and dips into our shallow coffers. The mall itself in Southern California is a trip to be had in itself. Imagining I am from a foreign land, a stroll through intrigues my sense of ‘home’ and the culture I had been born. Such a rush, such confusion, such thankfulness to retreat into the world of my sweet Jeanvieve. Departure of gratitude towards work of a new platitude, I enhanced my attitude. Upon arrival the waves were off the charts and it was awesome catching up with the homies. We were straight to work pumping the room with dubbie vibes allowing me to cut loose and go wild. We secured the shots and with some gear to bid us farewell, it was off home to prepare for the show….
Of course I fall asleep past doors opening at 7:00, so I made us late and we didn’t show up and get the last spot parked till a bit after 8:00 and the line was MASSIVE!! Now this is where timing is manifested so well… So the dear with me who fathers being early for everything and if she had her way we would’ve been there at 6:45.. so the glimpse of the line brought her to utter dismay. No biggie I thought, it’ll work out…. Turned out my timing was impeccable. My true homie Brooks, his dad, Mike, just so happened to be a spot or two ahead of us in the ultra long line. At the moment I saw him he was busy speaking with someone else so I didn’t bother him, but then I had the urge to step forward and say hello, and just as I did his friend Wayne showed up with VIP passes ready to escort Mike straight to the front. As I grabbed Mike’s attention and we started to chat, Wayne beckoned him. Able to coax a couple more passes for Viv and I, we chatted straight to the front of the line where we caught up with each other on so much stuff since we had all the time it took to get to the head of the line. So enthralled by the feat I just got us away with sent us practically skipping through the swaths of bodies. Entrance brought us a brushing of shoulders wight the likes of Mitch Coleborn, Nate Tyler, Jack Freestone, Droid, Ford, Kolohe, CREEDxx, and so many other rad components of the progressive surf culture. After snagging a drink the most fun thing to do was walk around and scope out the people, the outfits, and all the outrageousness of the night. AS the carousel twinkled in the corner and the small crafts flew overhead, I suddenly remember to recall that the party was at a dope hangar in the Long Beach airport completely financed by the boys at Globe. The magnanimity of the sponsors coupled by the overall cheer exuded by each attendee was utterly exhilarating.
Southern California truly allows for hilarious outfits given the warmth of the climate… Some get creative, where others lack complete sense of fashion and style for the climate they’re in. Some dress with too little, others wear too much. From the tall blonde dudes wearing mid-thighs, sandals, and a conspicuous highlighter tank-top, to fools rocking ice-hockey jerseys and heavy denim there was a clash of so many different styles all in one warm night.
Viv looked amazing, as she always does, and I was feeling good realizing how happy we were at that moment. As the sun made its full descent, us crowd were thoroughly amazed and surprised as they opened up the hangar and presented the huge screen and projector, leaving all jovially clamoring about. Just before the premiere began I encountered my good buddy Elai and his Israeli friends. The entire summer he and I were legitimately scoring the North Santa Cruz region with the best of timing. As the movie began we departed and dissolved into the crowd, hustling and bustling towards the screen, towards the premiere. The crowd was straight electrified, hooting upon the appearance of anything. I was delightfully impressed and pleased by the cinematography employed, and the pace of the story and the surfing enveloped. A queer tribute to Wes Anderson is the vibe I felt and absolutely dug it, as did the crowd. We were all cheering during relentless ripping, draining drives, and hellacious punts lofted without cause, yet somehow accomplished. It was awesome to feel the enchantment throughout the crowd, their disbelief, their engagement, their stoke and froth. I am finding it difficult to convey in words the presence of the amount of raw energy captured by each of us that night in that hangar. i need to get me to more these, as do all those who aim for a hell time. They are the crowd for such fun. That night came to a close. The festival over, all the participants departing, bouncing on the waves ridden and the foresight of waves to be rode.
What place does luck possess, if one’s timing is immaculate?