Sunday, October 18, 2009

THE GURU OF ANDERSON STREET

I moved to Torquay at the tail end of 1996. I moved up the coast from Warrnambool, returning to university to complete a journalism degree I’d been studying via correspondence, and moved into a ramshackle old holiday house in Anderson Street. Russell Graham lived across the road. Russell had arrived in Torquay via different circumstances. Back in the late 60’s Russell was at the heart of the Australian surfboard industry, making surfboards for Midget Farrelly in Brookvale on Sydney’s northern beaches. Embracing the counter-culture of the early 70's, he and a mate (Gary McKenzie-Smith) decked out an old school bus as a surfboard factory on wheels, christening it Change Surfboards. They travelled down the coast, stopping in car parks at surf breaks, doing ding repairs and making surfboards. Eventually they arrived in Torquay, where Russell met his wife Barb, and teamed up with Doug ‘Claw’ Warbrick and Brian Singer to make Rip Curl surfboards – Russell glassing shapes from the likes of Wayne Lynch, Pat Morgan, Alan Colk, Doug Rogers, Maurice Cole and, more recently, Michael Anthony.

Russell has spent the best part of 50 years inhaling resin fumes and consequently he’s a bit of an eccentric. I’ve seen photos of him trimming across the face of six-foot waves at Bells Beach bolt upright in the sirsa-ashana pose, more commonly referred to as a headstand. These days he’s taken to wearing a floppy black beret, giving him the appearance of a French intellectual, with his long grey hair tied back in a ponytail and delicately trimmed moustache and goatee.

Over the years Russell’s factory (Moonlight Laminating) has become a popular haunt of mine. When I worked at Rip Curl I’d often sneak across the road for a few moments of sanity and ever since have enjoyed dropping in for a chat, soaking up the atmosphere, the foam dust and fumes. A few years ago Russell helped me shape my first surfboard; a snub-nosed 6’3’’ that wasn’t a complete disaster but not enough of a success for me to ever shape a second. A keen car enthusiast and multiple Victorian Hill Climb champion, he’s slowed down a bit in recent years. He had a quadruple bypass last year and, while he was back in the factory within a few weeks, these days he spends his time on old-school restorations rather than churning out bleached white shortboards (at its peak Moonlight was producing over 1,000 boards a year). His son Corey is back in the factory, shaping and sanding. I interviewed Corey for an upcoming issue of Surfing World magazine. “I count myself lucky,” Corey said. “I don’t think we’ve ever had an argument in here. He’s hassled me to get more work done occasionally but that’s about it.”

Torquay has changed a lot since I moved to town more than a decade ago. The old ramshackle rental in Anderson Street has long gone, replaced by cardboard cut-out townhouses. The uni students have gone too – holiday rentals a thing of the past. But it’s still a surf town. And there are still people like Russell Graham.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

COASTALWATCH FEATURE

Australia's premier surfing website, Coastalwatch, recently ran an extract from Chapter 9 of Deep Water (Whitecaps & Windsocks) as a travel feature. The extract charts an excursion to Iceland, driven by that obsessive wave-hunter, legendary surf photographer Ted Grambeau. Ted passed through his old home state of Victoria a few weeks back, catching the biggest swell in recent memory and witnessing his Old Navy Blues cop a good old-fashioned shellacking at the hands of Adelaide in the final round of the AFL home-and-away season (Ted was a teenage football star for the Wonthaggi Blues before a knee injury ended his career). Ted and I passed like ships in the night. On Thursday, August 27, while he disappeared down the coast with Maurice Cole, Tony Ray, Ross Clarke-Jones & co, I managed to snag a couple of bombs at Bells Beach. It was big and cold and grey, and I was under-gunned and outclassed by a man with no fins (Derek Hynd) and another riding a surfboard his Dad shaped back in the 70s (Kye Fitzgerald on the same board that Hawaii's Bobby Owens rode at Bells Beach in 1981).
And then winter ended.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

AIREYS FESTIVAL OF WORDS

The hardest working man at Hip & Shoulder Books has put together a short clip from the Aireys Festival of Words and uploaded it to You Tube.

Friday, August 21, 2009

ME AND MINE ONLINE

I’ve stepped beyond my blog and made Billy Bragg’s great leap forwards, across cyberspace, and… onto other people’s blogs!

Well, that’s not completely correct. Three Thousand isn’t a blog. It’s a weekly online guide to all things good in Melbourne, like film, music, design, books and art. Deep Water was the featured “read” in issue #218 and Max Olijnyk’s review was one of the best yet, describing Deep Water as “good with a whisky in the bath”:

“In anything worth doing, there are the godlike people who were simply born to do it. These are the poster boys, the winners, the ones girls have a crush on. Bless 'em. Then there are dudes like Brendan McAloon…”

The Three Thousand review also coincided with an appearance at the Aireys Festival of Words alongside fellow travel writer Patrick O’Neil, author of Sideways: Travels with Kafka, Hunter S & Kerouac. There was quite a crowd and it all went relatively smoothly… Patrick and I waxed lyrical on travel, read some passages from our respective publications, answered a couple of curly questions from the assembled throng, and signed some books. While I didn’t exactly shine in the spotlight, I didn’t completely butcher my first real foray into public speaking. So I was surprised when I bobbed up on Lady Chameleon’s fashion blog, and she said she was “impressed”, describing yours truly as “barefoot, weathered, determined and intelligent”, which caused my wife much mirth. “You weren’t barefoot,” she guffawed. “It was cold and raining.” I tried to explain that I had been barefoot at various stages during the day, somewhere between bed and the bathroom, and for a few miserable hours groveling in the shorebreak at Fairhaven…. Yes, I’d definitely been barefoot. However I thought I looked more disheveled than weathered, while the jury remains out on determined and intelligent.

But back to Lady C, who found Deep Water “fantastic” and “exciting”:

“In true surfer style it relaxingly introduces you to surfing, leads you through its history and takes you out the back... The perfect gift to inspire your man to follow his dreams.”

Thanks to Mr Olijynk and Lady C, and stay tuned for a web clip from the Aireys Festival of Words (and many thanks to the organisers of said festival, particularly Nicole and Marty Maher).

Monday, August 10, 2009

WHO LISTENS TO THE RADIO?

...that's what Jon von Goes wants to know.

Over the past six months I have been spending some time with local surfboard shaper Maurice Cole, whittling away at an in-depth feature article for Surfing World magazine. Maurice is one of Australian surfing's great characters. While I don't want to give too much away (you'll have to wait for the finished product), he has an amazing life story and has added a few colourful chapters in the past 12 months, including a "miracle" recovery from prostate cancer. We were talking yesterday about his website. Fresh from California, Maurice had posted an interview he did in the States with Down The Line digital radio. So I thought it high time I uploaded some audio of my own (the earth moves slowly but the ox is patient).

Over the past few weeks Deep Water has hit the radio airwaves. Firstly via a glowing review on ABC Radio by award-winning Melbourne writer Paddy O'Reilly:
“Really well written…an enjoyable read. I don’t know anything about surf, I’m not particularly interested in surf, I’ve never stood up on a surfboard but I was still fascinated by this journey that he takes. He’s a natural writer and he does weave into every chapter some history, either of surfing or of the place that he has gone to."
Listen to the full review here.

Then last Sunday afternoon I made a guest appearance on Melbourne independent radio station Triple R, joining Jon von Goes (pictured above) on his popular JVG Radio Method show. As fate would have it, my appearance coincided with an incredible day of waves on the Surf Coast. While I was reading extracts from Deep Water amid JVG's fine selection of surf music, my old mate Mick Ray was firmly slotted at Winki Pop.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

NIPPLEGATE v.2.0

Frank convinced me it was the perfect publicity shot but I have a sneaking suspicion he was taking the piss. Well the chickens came home to roost today when the above shot was plastered across page 24 of The Geelong Advertiser. The phone ran hot, and not all of the comments were complimentary. They say there’s no such thing as bad publicity, and the accompanying article by Noel Murphy certainly made up for the “wardrobe malfunction”. “McAloon plumbs the drive behind the nomadic surf addict… the romance, the giants, the characters, the behind-the-scenes image-and-myth builders of surfing,” Murphy wrote. “He’s catalogued his travels amid observations and musings drawn from such disparate sources as James Cook, Charles Darwin and Bruce Chatwin. Even Ireland’s legendary Finn MacCool enters the fray.”

The Geelong Addy are out of the blocks with the first newspaper article about Deep Water, but Australasian Surf Business (ASB) magazine has beaten them to the punch with the first review. ASB ran a review in issue #30 (June/July), describing Deep Water as “beautifully crafted yarn-spinning”. “McAloon also shows himself to be an avid reader of surfing lore and literature, quoting everyone from Jack Finlay to Daniel Duane, Bunker Spreckels and even Alain de Botton, as he takes a good-humoured tilt at the impossible task – a wide-angle portrait of surfing and everyone in it.”

But possibly the strangest by-product of Nipplegate v.2.0 was an unsolicited approach from Ralph magazine (and I thought I looked flat-chested!) asking me to compile a list of “the 10 best unknown international surf breaks”. Cactus, Port Campbell, Kauai… I decided that maybe that there was such a thing as bad publicity.

Friday, July 10, 2009

JOE RODDY RIDES AGAIN

SurferMag.com has posted a story by Taylor Soppe about "Ireland's first surfer" Joe Roddy returning to the water on a replica of his original board as part of T-Bay Surf Club's annual Legends dinner dance in Tramore, County Waterford. It's a pretty remarkable addendum to a story I originally heard on my first visit to Ireland in 2006 and retold in Deep Water - that in 1949 the then 14-year-old made a paddleboard from an American woodwork manual using discarded tea chests and took to the waves at Dundalk in County Louth, becoming the first man to surf in Ireland. When he came ashore Roddy recalled "the whites of their eyes and their gobs wide open", which probably wasn't too far from the reaction when the third generation lighthouse keeper took to the waves at Tramore in June this year, some 57 years since he'd last been on a surfboard!
Roddy's first ride caused barely a ripple back in 1949, consigned to historical footnotes - I originally thought it nothing more than Guinness-induced blarney, almost too good to be true - and surfing didn't really gain any traction in Ireland until the 1960's, by which time Joe had turned his attention to developing his own scuba equipment. So it's fantastic that this historic and poetically Irish surfing moment is finally being celebrated.