sea of joy, a film by paul witzig, music by tully
40 years ago the music that accompanied surfing movies was a little more subdued and everyone was a little hairier. Cigarettes smelled different and nobody understood Bob Dylan.
and 10 years earlier :
– Friday night was a chinese feed at Bondi Junction then a slow drive back down Bondi Road to the beach for a little mini-golf and a dart at that babe who used to go out with your best mate – after a couple of bottles of DA in the back of the car. Empties out of the window, smash and crash –
Everyone stood around a lot at night those days and all amphetamines ever did was keep you awake.
Nobody wore sandals, levis came straight off the docks and into the back of a car , we all had off the book retail arrangements you see as everything was unloaded from the boats by hand, plus there was a lot of orange hair around.
Marijuana hadn’t been properly circulated to the general population and John Severson’s magazine was the only show in town worth owning.
We drank schooners, many schooners – and on Saturday morning would watch Bondi United outfight any team who bothered to show up.
– and girls always said no, and there was never an argument –
Wayne Lynch’s cutback remains contemporary, and Nat’s antenna -hand still looks ridiculous, and why didn’t Ted Spencer ever stand up straight?