#Santa monica surfing

[federer7]

Surf Concert “The Tops Off”, Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, California, 1979

Photo: Anthony Friedkin

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[dk-thrive]

Weekends, I went to the pictures or caught the Blue Bus to Santa Monica, where I’d gaze at the ocean or sit beneath the pier with my eyes closed, listening to the distant pounding of the breakers and the hiss of the frothy swash, and let my past lives wash over me, ebbing and flowing with the surf.

— Jonathan Evison, Again and Again: A Novel (Dutton, November 7, 2023)

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SHOGO KUBO -- ALL THE STYLE IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE: IN MEMORIAM.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on the masterful (yet reportedly extremely humble) original Z-boy, Shogo Kubo, poolriding in and around Los Angeles, Santa Monica, Venice, Beverly Hills, and pretty much the Westside in general, c. late '70s. Glen E. Friedman more than likely snapped all of these as well, dude was @$!#*&% prolific in them early years!

“For me, style is everything. Style either makes you look good or bad. You can do the same trick on a skateboard or surfing, but if you’ve got style, you’re gonna look a whole hell of a lot better than the guy next to you who does not have style.” – SHOGO KUBO (1959-2014) in an interview with JAY ADAMS (1961-2014), c. 2002

Source: https://juicemagazine.com/home/shogo-kubo-surf-skate-style.

[beatleshistoryblog]

LECTURE 13: THE STONES: It was performances like this one of the song “Around & Around” that put the Rolling Stones on top, alongside The Beatles. This scene is from the T.A.M.I. Show, a rock and roll extravaganza combining Motown, British Invasion and Surf Rock bands, was held at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium in late October 1964. The film was released in theaters across North America by American International Pictures toward the end of ’64 and start of ’65. In this case, T.A.M.I. stood for Teenage Awards Music International. The T.A.M.I. Show was released on DVD and Blu-ray by Shout! Factory.

[calibae4ever]

yesterday @ the beach

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i got so tanned it hurts! 🥹☀️

[westcoastmidnightrun]

CLEANING UP A CITY ISN'T EASY,

ESPECIALLY WHEN IT IS PARIS

The French have trying to clean up their Seine river since 1990 … and failing at it. Now the Paris 2024 Olympic Games Centennial (100 years since their most recent hosting of the Games) are almost here and they are once more beating themselves up trying to make their fabled river swim worthy for the Decathlon competitions and Olympic swim events. They have been the laugh of the American news media, if you can read between the lines.

Meanwhile back in the USA, for the past decade, Hyperion and a host of sewage treatment facilities have been belching, spewing and pouring 100,000s even millions of gallons of untreated sewage in our Southern California beaches on an annual basis, forcing authorities to close off the beaches until the pollution fades away into the Pacific. From Malibu to Santa Monica, Redondo Beach, Long Beach and International Surfing Competitions Destination Huntington Beach, all have been hit for the past decade with closure due to sewage spills.

Catch the story and have yourself a laugh or two. On the House!

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[bargainsleuthbooks]

One With the Waves by Vezna Andrews #ARC #BookReview #1980sFiction

A teen whose father has died is shipped across the country to a surfside town in #OneWithTheWaves by #VeznaAndrews. She embraces surfing as a way of healing in this YA novel. #netgalley #arc #arcreview #santamonicapress #bookreview #1980sfiction #surfing

Can surfing change your life? For Ellie, it most certainly does. Vezna Andrews’ debut novel is set in 1980s Southern California, where fifteen-year-old Ellie discovers herself through her love of surfing. Born and raised in New York City, Ellie’s world is turned upside down when her father unexpectedly dies and her mother sends her to Manhattan Beach, California to live with her aunt and…

[value2society]

riding that Wednesday wave into the weekend.

[feyd-meowtha]

Somewhere in the multiverse is a reality where this is the story of two best friends who moved out to Santa Monica to open a surf shop, adopted a couple of stray dogs and lived a happy life together. A life in which they would walk and swim and have barbeques on the sand, sit out on the porch and play cards until they got fat and old, leaving behind a nicely maintained little home and a smattering of local friends who would remember them fondly. Long after they were gone there would be a bench by the shore with both of their names carved into it. It would be a good life. A life that they could be proud of. This is not that story.

This is the final snippet before It's a Scream is posted to feyd_meowtha on ao3, Halloween 2024

[redvelvetcupcakes21]

Santa Monica is cool and stuff, but have you ever gone to the beaches in Ventura? Zen AF.

Here's some beach fluff.

Buck and Tommy were all too thrilled to be up at 7 am on their day off.

Only because they had plans for today.

Amazing and, hopefully, fun plans.

"You guys are amazing to agree to watch them." Hen told them sincerely as she and Maddie watched as Mara and Jee excitedly hugged Tommy and Buck.

"Yeah, we can't thank you enough." Maddie added, hands over her heart as she watched Tommy pick up Jee.

"Thank us for watching our favorite nieces? Please. " Tommy playfully scoffed. "This has been the one thing we've been looking forward to all week." Tommy admitted, patting Jees back in comfort as the little girl rested her head onto Tommy's shoulder.

Buck looked at his sister who was trying to not coo at the sight. He was fighting the same issue, watching his neice and his boyfriend snuggle was making his heart skip beats.

"Tommy's right," Buck added, smiling softly at Jee and Mara, who was holding onto Buck's arm and dozing off since it was still so early for them both. "We’ve been excited to babysit the girls, we've got everything we need." He pointed towards his sister, "including snacks!"

Both women rolled their eyes at him, but Buck shrugged it off. "What about Denny? He really didn't want to come?"

Hen gave them an apologetic smile, "As much as he actually did want to come along, his school is taking part in a robotics competition and Denny wanted to go since apparently robot fighting is rumored to be expected." Hen explained, rolling her eyes at Buck's excited look.

"Robot fighting versus beach day. Totally get it." He joked.

"Karen and Chim should be able to get the girls by tomorrow morning, that still works?"

Tommy gave them a thumbs up, while Buck nodded with an excited grin. "Works perfectly."

Maddie and Hen gave both men a "Thank you" before kissing both girls goodbye, reminding them to be nice to their uncles before leaving.

"Okay!" Buck clapped his hands together excited, "Who's up for some strawberry Frenchtoast before we hit the road?"

"Me!"

"Meeeeeee!"Jee popping right awake had Tommy laughing as he followed Buck and Mara into the kitchen.

After breakfast, the four of them got into Buck's jeep and started the drive up north.

Fortunately, driving up from Tommy's house is easier since they avoided all the traffic coming into LA.

The first spot was a small beach by Harbor Village, Tommy and Buck were able to set up a spot close to the water with Mara and Jee's help.

(Jee, ever the little helper, got upset that she couldn't carry the beach chairs to show she was just as strong as her uncle Buck and uncle Tommy)

Buck helped Mara get her swim cap on as Tommy laid out a blanket and got the toys they had bought for the girls specifically. Both men were also adamant about sun block for both girls, spraying a liberal amount on both their nieces (and themselves).

Both men took turns sitting on the beach and watching over their things as they took the girls out into the water. With Buck getting each girl to paddle board with him and Tommy showing them how to surf. Both girls ended up playing in the water for a long while, squealing happily as the water splashed around them. They made sand castles, played around with a volley ball, and took lot of pictures to send to Karen, Hen, Chimney, and Maddie.

Before long it was nearing one and all of the snacks were gone. "Who's up for some burgers?" Tommy asked the crew as he and Buck helped the girls into some shorts and hoodies. They had managed to get their stuff back into the jeep (and collected half of the beaches sand too).

"Me!" "Me, I'm really hungry!"

Buck picked up Jee and pointed towards the small gathering of restaurants that were walking distance. "Theres a old school burger shop that has milkshakes." He told them in a sing a long voice. "Does that work?"

Mara nodded excitedly at that, "Yes! Can I have a strawberry milkshake?" She asked politely.

Tommy felt his heart lurch out, he had seen how comfortable Mara was getting with not only the team but with them specifically. She had taken a while to open up to Buck and himself, understandably, but now? He would refuse to admit to anyone but Buck about how it almost had him tearing up at how Mara felt safe and comfortable with them now.

"Of course you can, Mara." He told her gently, holding out his hand for her to take, leading them towards the restaurant.

After lunch they headed over to main street, letting the girls burn their energy off as they walked down the street and into shops that interested them.

(Did Tommy and Buck buy each girl a new coloring set, stickers, and their own individual ukulele? Yep!)

They drove further up till they made it to Santa Barbara. The girls loved the water, again asking both men to take them paddle boarding and surfing.

Buck felt more relaxed as ever as he watched Tommy play with the girls, laughing as the girls tried to tackle Tommy into the water.

Buck felt his heart skip a beat again, he rubbed his chest. He could feel his eyes sting as he thought about Tommy and him having kids, giving Mara, Denny, Jee, and Christopher a few new cousins to play with.

He hadn’t spoken to Tommy much about them having kids, but he knew Tommy wanted kids. He knew how much Tommy adored all the kids from the 118 and his own nephew and niece (Buck had met Theo, age 3, and Harley, age 6 via zoom and saw how much they meant to Tommy).

It was something they both wanted, Buck was only a little bit doubtful about it being something that Tommy wanted with him.

After enjoying tacos for dinner, the group made their way to the ice cream parlor, Buck knowing how crowded the town got crowded in the evening opted to hold a table in the courtyard for them. He took Jee with him and left Mara and Tommy to order their ice cream.

Ten minutes later, a very smiley Mara and a red faced Tommy came towards them, each carrying a cup of ice-cream in their hands.

"Hey uncle Buck, guess what!"

"What?" Buck quickly gave Jees ice-cream to her since his little niece was making grabby hands towards the dessert and looking annoyed.

"The cashier at the ice-cream shop thought you and uncle Tommy were my dads. It was cute, they told uncle Tommy that we're a cute family."

That explained Tommy's red face.

"That was sweet of them." Buck smiled, he looked up at Tommy again, giving his boyfriend a hopeful smile as the four sat to eat their dessert.

By the time they got back to Tommy's place, it was late and both girls were passed out asleep.

"You think about one day doing this with our own kids?" Tommy asked, almost hesitantly as he carried a sleepy Mara while Buck carried Jee into the house.

Buck was sure this time that his heart melted at that, he took a moment to catch his voice. "Every day." He answered softly.

Morning came way too fast for everyone in the house, Tommy and Buck were still dealing with two very tired girls.

"I can drink a little coffee, can't I uncle Tommy?" Mara asked, eyeing the steaming cup that Buck had placed for Tommy and himself.

"Nooo." Tommy stressed, moving the cup away from Mara. "You get some non caffeine drinks, I've got juice, milk, chocolate milk, or I can make you smoothie."

Mara pouted at that but answered "Smoothie please."

"You too Jee?"

Jee shook her head no, "I want juice please!"

They were in the middle of eating when the doorbell rang, "I know who that is." Tommy got up, "Take your time eating, I'm sure Chim and Karen could use some breakfast."

"Is that why we cooked enough to feed an army?" Buck joked. He smiled at the two girls before noticing their downtrodden expressions. "You two okay? What's up?"

"Do we have to go?" Mara asked, "Can't we stay one more day?"

"Pleeeease!" Jee added, "I want to have more fun."

Buck pressed his lips together momentarily, one to keep from smiling so hard and two, to keep from crying at how much his nieces adored them.

"You guys are always welcome here, yknow that." He reminded them, "What if I talk to your parents about having an uncles' day once a week? That way you guys can spend some time with us?"

Jee clapper her hands together and Mara nodded, all smiles as Chim and Karen came into the kitchen.

"Hey mom, uncle Buck said we could do a uncles day every week!" Mara said excitedly, running up to Karen and the Chimney for a hug hello.

"Did he now?" Karen looked almost smug at that, she knew how much of a softie Buck was. "I think that's a wonderful idea, right Chim?"

Chim picked up Jee, tickling her side, "Hey, if Buck and Tommy are up for it, you won't find me complaining."

After breakfast, Tommy and Buck hugged the girls goodbye while grappling with Karen and Chim bemoaning for buying them a jeep full of toys and books ("You try telling Mara and Jee no after they tell you that you're their favorite uncle!" Tommy complained after receiving the glare from Chim when he saw the ukulele).

The house became all too quiet too quickly. Tommy took Buck's hand and led him toward the living room, pulling the man onto the couch for cuddles.

"So, still want kids then?" Buck asked, rubbing his hand up and down Tommy's arm.

"With you? Of course I do."

Buck felt himself melt into Tommy's hold finally, content and safe about their future.

"I do have a question for you though, a pretty important one." Tommy admitted after a beat of silence.

He sounded serious and anxious enough for Buck to sit up and turn to look at him.

"O-okay." Buck stammered, his nerves fraying as he watched Tommy carefully for any signs of what the queation could entail. "What's the question?"

Tommy let out a happy and content sigh, taking a hold of Buck's hands, and then got down on one knee...

[fluentmoviequoter]

Surf Crazy

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: Luca takes you to your first professional surfing competition, and then invites you on another first.

Warnings: fluff, mentioned that r can't surf, possibly incorrect surfing discussions/depictions

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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“Hey,” you greet as you open the door to invite Luca in. “Am I overdressed, underdressed?”

“You look fine,” he answers, smiling as he closes your door. “First surfing contest! Are you excited?”

“I’m already confused,” you admit. “Are you sure you want to take me? Not someone else who won’t ask you to explain everything?”

Luca drops his chin and gives you a look that says he’s sure. You’ve been friends for years, and Luca invites you to do things with him or him and his team often. Today’s invitation was unexpected, especially because he knows you don’t go to this sort of thing and don’t know how the competition works. Or how to surf, for that matter.

“Did you surf this morning?” you ask. When Luca nods, you inquire, “How were the waves?”

“You’ve been listening to Street,” he muses playfully. “Waves are nice, offshore winds were strong this morning but should have mellowed by now.”

“That’s good?”

“Very good. The weather conditions are essential to the surfers’ safety. As long as the weather holds out, we’re in for a good day of watching the best surfers in the WSL,” Luca explains.

“World Surf League,” you remember as you pick up your keys. “Maybe I won’t need any more explanations.”

“Then you can go by yourself,” Luca jokes as he holds your door open for you.

“Better be safe and stay with you.”

“They compete in heats,” Luca explains as you dig your toes into the cool sand of Santa Monica’s coastline. “There’s usually four, but sometimes five or six, surfers out at a time. They have around half an hour to rack up the most points.”

You watch Luca rather than the surfers warming up in the water.

“How do they get points?” you ask, tracing Luca’s profile with your face.

“Judges score their rides on their manoeuvres, how hard they are and which ones they use, how well they do it, of course, and their wave selection. They have to choose the right waves, or they won’t be able to do perform for the score.” He points suddenly and taps you with his other arm, “See this guy? Red rash guard? He’s going to sit this wave out; it’s not going to form well enough to ride it out. The one forming behind it looks promising, but he’s got to evaluate the choices before he commits.”

“So, the girl in the purple suit isn’t going to get as many points as she could?” you ask, watching as she pushes to stand on Luca’s predicted under-formed wave.

“Right!” he cheers, rubbing his hand against your upper back. “At the end of the heat, they combine the two best scores for each surfer, and that score ranks them in their heat. Top surfers advance to the next round.”

“The ones who don’t advance are out, then?”

“Depends. Sometimes they’re eliminated, sometimes they’re re-seeded into other groups to let similar scorers face off. The final heat is the remaining surfers.”

“I thought it would be more surfing,” you say. “Sounds like a lot of strategy in addition to performance.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Luca leans close to you and smiles as he finishes, “That’s half the fun. If you’re just surfing, there’s no risk, no excitement. Try to one up someone else by waiting for a better wave than them or doing a harder move, that’s what makes these fun to watch.”

“Why don’t you compete?”

Luca looks back to the water and shrugs. “It’s a stress relief for me. I get enough risk and excitement at work.”

“You could win,” you point out.

“You just want to see me in board shorts with a big gold trophy,” Luca jokes.

You smile and slide your sunglasses into your hair as you answer, “Doesn’t sound like you’re completely against that.”

Luca leans toward you and bumps his shoulder against yours. “C’mon, let’s find a better seat.”

You follow Luca to the other side of a lifeguard stand and set up your chairs in the shade. As the commentator welcomes everyone to the beach and introduces the competitors, you listen to Luca. He tells you about the differences in the surfers’ boards, what they look for in a wave, and points out a few of the season’s best performers.

“Dominique Luca,” a surfer calls as he jogs through the sand. “Long time, no see!”

“Whose fault is that?” Luca asks, chuckling as he clasps the man’s hand and taps his back.

“I try to make it on the Olympic team and it’s my fault that I haven’t been around?”

“Third round, man,” Luca laments. “I was sorry to hear about that.”

“You and me both. I’m planning to win today, so that makes up for it.”

“And the first Lexus surf ambassador? You’ve had a good year, all things considered.”

The man looks over at you, and his brows raise as he asks Luca, “You too, huh?”

Luca glances at you, then steps back to introduce you. “And this is Griffin Colapinto, WSL champion from San Clemente. Today’s winner.”

You offer your hand and say, “Nice to meet you. I’d say good luck, but it doesn’t sound like you need luck.”

“Oh, I like you,” Griffin replies. “How long have you two been together?”

“We’re not,” you explain as Luca says, “We’re friends.”

Griffin looks between you and nods slowly. “Okay then. Enjoy the surfing. And Luca? Bring your food truck next time so I have some decent food, please?”

“Only if you win!” Luca counters.

“He already said he would,” you point out.

“I really like you,” Griffin repeats as he steps back. “See you around, Luca.”

You smile and return to your seat. Luca sits beside you silently, and he doesn’t speak until you ask why some surfers go over the waves while others duck dive.

“Some of them are more comfortable going under bigger waves to remove some of the risk,” Luca says.

A buzzer sounds as the first heat begins, and you find yourself cheering with Luca and playing a game between yourselves to see how many names you can remember of surfers, moves, and wave conditions.

Six hours later, you lean against Luca and cheer as Griffin accepts his trophy.

“Thanks for bringing me,” you tell Luca. “It was fun.”

“We should do it again,” Luca replies. “Maybe… maybe we could…”

“Bring your food truck?” you offer.

“No, I was going to say that we could come together. Not like this, not ‘together,’ but… Never mind.”

“Are you asking me out?” you interject. “Because if you are, I have some bad news to break to Griffin.”

Luca groans, then smiles as he pulls you close and whispers, “Do you believe in love at first wipeout, or should I paddle out and try again?”

You laugh at his cheesy pickup line but smile as you answer, “I’d love to go on a date with you, Luca. But don’t think I missed that you taught me everything before the date.”

“No idea what you mean. Hey, I can teach you how to surf!”

You step away from Luca to gather your things and answer, “One wave at a time, Big Z.”

“What?” Luca asks after a moment.

“It’s a Surf’s Up reference!” someone calls behind you.

“Just for that, you’re not allowed to ask any questions on our date,” Luca says.

You wrap your arm around him and pout. “Even if it’s to ask for a hug?”

Luca sighs dramatically and pulls you into his arms. Although you still have a lot to learn about surfing, you just got yourself a pretty good teacher.

[90s-music-tourney]

Okay songs have been chosen for the 128 expansion

If I ruled the World by Nas - In the Meantime by Spacehog

Ruff Ryders Anthem by DMX - Meet Virginia By Train

One Headlight by Wallflowers - Counting Blue Cars by Dishwalla

Jerry Was A Race Car Driver by Primus - Jane Says by Jane's Addiction

Glycerine by Bush - Hey man Nice Shot by Filter

Faith by Limp Bizkit - Santa Monica by Everclear

Killing Me Softly by Fugees - Aku no Hana by BUCK-TICK

She's So High by Tal Bachman - Let the Mystery Be by Iris Demont

Take on Me by Reel Big Fish - Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai

Backwater by the Meatpuppets - Brick by Ben Folds 5

Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice - Good by Better than Ezra

Zoot Suit Riot by Cherry Poppin Daddies - Rockefeller Skank by Fatboy Slim

The Chemicals Between Us by Bush - Ready to Go by Repubblica

Everyone by Foo Fighters - Fell on black days by Soundgarden

Dancing Days by Stone Temple Pilots - Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground

Fly Away by Lenny Kravitz - Popular by Nada Surf