CHURCH OF THE OPEN SKY

CHURCH OF THE OPEN SKY

Nat Young is one of the surfing world’s gods, worshipped the world over for his ethereal style and ability to read the waves and know the right board for the conditions. He is the winner of four world surfing titles and an inductee of the Australian Surfing Hall of Fame (1986). In his new book, Church of the Open Sky (published by Penguin Random House), Nat explains how and why surfing becomes cult-like and shares some classic stories about the characters he’s met over the years including Miki Dora, George Greenough, Bob McTavish, Bruce Brown, Kathy Kohner – the real Gidget – and Midget Farrelly. Church of the Open Sky is a beautiful homage to surfing and the way of life embodied by those who surf. Young is respectful and intelligible in his recall of some of the greatest surfers (known and unknown) who are all forever in search of the perfect wave. The book is a testament to his passion and knowledge of surfing and the personalities within it.

What was the motivation for writing this book, Nat?
Well, I’d been thinking about it for quite a while, since I turned 70. Then last year I had a knee replacement operation and I was lying around in bed for several weeks, so that gave me the opportunity.

And since then you’ve made a full recovery and you’re back in the water?
Yeah, it took a while, but I got back in the water, started surfing again. And then we had such a good winter on the North Coast [of NSW], probably the best winter I’ve had there, it was fantastic. In three months, there were only a handful of days without good waves, you know, four to six-foot waves. I’ve never known it that consistent. There was a stream of lows coming down from the tropics for months on end. It was so good. I’d been planning to go to Indo, but I never left Australia! I just stayed and surfed every day, two sessions a day.

Two sessions a day – that’s good going for someone in their seventies!
Well, as you get older, that’s what you gotta do. You gotta keep it going as long as you possibly can – not stop the activity at all. You’ve got to keep going. I’ve never stopped, and that’s put me in a pretty fortunate situation.

So what boards are you riding at the moment?
I’ve got a quiver of Ryan Burch boards, asymmetric boards. I love ‘em. Most days I’ll ride an 7’3” asymmetric, with plenty of thickness, like 2-3/4” thick.

Tell us a bit about the book. The first chapter is called ‘Surfing Is Not a Sport’ and that seems to be an underlying theme…
Yeah, well, originally that was going to be the title of the book. ‘Cos that’s how it developed for me, around the time of Morning of the Earth and all that. I really had very little competitive instinct at that point in my life. Maybe I was getting a little too stoned or I’d lost the competitive urge, I don’t know! But I think that’s when I was doing the most progressive and the best surfing of my life. I was surfing Lennox Head a lot, and riding those classic pintails that I was building on the farm at Byron Bay.

So are you still interested in competitive surfing? Do you still follow what’s happening on the pro tour, or are you over it?
Well, it’s not that I’m over it, it’s just that I find it boring! I don’t think there’s enough emphasis on style, I think it’s all about manoeuvres. And it’s gonna get worse if they do more contests in wavepools, ‘cos then everyone’s gonna be riding the same waves, on the same equipment. I mean, I can understand how some people find it entertaining, people who are really into it. But for me, no, I find it boring. I’d rather go surfing myself, personally.

There’s a chapter in the book about a trip to Morocco that you did in 2018. What did you think of the place?
Well, the first time I went to Morocco was in the late ‘60s, and I hadn’t been back there until last year, when I spent a few weeks there with my wife, my son Bryce, and a few other guys. We had a great time, I really loved it. There were so many European surfers down there, it’s obviously become a very popular place. And I can understand that…I mean, the quality of the surf is incredible. And the vibe is really good too. The only time it wasn’t so good was at Safi – as I mention in the book – when some of the guys in the water got pretty aggressive. I don’t know if they were local guys, or guys from France and Spain. I didn’t want a confrontation so I just surfed further down the bay. But I tell you what, the quality of that wave is amazing!

There are some good stories in the book about people you’ve met over the years, guys like MIki Dora…
Yeah, I’ve written quite a few books and articles over the years but there are still a lot of stories to be told. I’d never told the Miki Dora stories before. He was such a character! He was probably the most bizarre surfing character in the world, really. And yet, he was one of our tribe. So, yeah, from my point of view, it was a delight to be able to tell those stories.

You’re doing a sort of a Southern Hemisphere tour, promoting the book around Australia and in California. It seems like it’s been well received.
Well, one of the biggest compliments I’ve had was from Nick Carroll. He called me and said, “I’ve gotta tell you, Nat, it’s the best thing you’ve ever written.” And that’s pretty good to hear, ‘cos he’s a terrific writer. So, yeah, I feel good about the book, I’m pretty proud of it.

Church of the Open Sky is published by Penguin Random House.

Top 10 Instagram Posts of 2019

Top 10 Instagram Posts of 2019

Cue the chart music as we roll out our top 10 liked Insta posts of 2019, coming in at number one it’s the GOAT, still rocking and slotting at the ripe old age of 47, yep 47! He’s still got game and plenty of wizardry left to work on his magic sticks. A well deserved number one slot, we salute you Kelly, long live the King and the rest of our top ten of 2019. Hit us up and give us a follow on Instagram you lovely peeps.

No1: Kelly’s still got game, WTF!

No2: Pod of dolphins make this surfers day

No3: Swan takes late drop at The Wave Bristol.

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@thewave is real.. check out the vid on carvemag.com

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No4: The Wave Bristol double drops in a four also as excitement peaks as it opens.

No5: Jonny Rubin (Dr Funk) takes his Bass to the wave face, beat that Flea.

No6: It’s the Sharps Brewery Photo Competition winners shot. Hands up for Phill Boyd coming in just outside the top Five.

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No waves, no problem! 😂 😂

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No7: No waves, no problem drops at seven.

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Getting shacked on the Qiantang river bore China...

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No8: Dancing in at eight, it’s not to late to get shacked on the Qiantang river bore, China.

No9: All is fine at number nine with this sick line up of Perranporth, Cornwall.

No10: And finally Lachie Rombouts fully committed, gotta work with what you got, boom.

These Violent Delights

These Violent Delights

These Violent Delights Featuring Craig Anderson, Micky Clarke, Oscar Langburne, Dylan Graves, and Jake Kelley is a film set in the here and now, 7 days, a boat trip with friends – the kind you fantasize about during the 9-5 and scrape together your pennies for every few years if you’re lucky. There’s a little bit of searching involved, but mostly it’s a packaged dream every average joe can take a swing at if the waves permit. All you need is good boards, good company and barrels so crisp they’re a cliché.

Shot and edited by Dave Fox and Blake Myers with contributions from Dion Agius, These Violent Delights documents an unforgettable cast of characters that together form a critical thread of Haydenshapes’ 23 year old brand. Young people making cool things for fun.

Carve Magazine Issue 200

Carve Magazine Issue 200

Carve Surfing Magazine

Carve Magazine Issue 200

New issue is in stores this week and available on the app now for you iPad folk. For next time how about letting the postie take the strain and subscribe?!

Rubber Love

You stare.
It stares back at you. Deep into your soul. Smug in the knowledge it is chillingly damp and gritty. It is the master here.
You wish you’d remembered to take it out of the car and shower the damn thing off. Maybe even let it dry out for the first time in weeks.
Like you do after every session. You’re a terrible person.
This lack of care borders on neglect, nothing deserves to be stamped into the mud. To be scraped over rocks. To be a discreet toilet. To be an all-weather protector with little thanks. To be left dirty and stinking in a cheap builder’s bucket from Morrisons in the nearly frozen boot of your car.
No wonder it wants to hurt you. To make you squeal and yelp in discomfort. The sharpest grit cunningly concealed in the dark recesses you can’t see.
When lovingly looked after and dry your trusty armour slides on like a dream. Suiting up makes you feel like a salty Batman ready to slide some waves. When wet, cold and minging, it is a war of attrition. Easy it is not. Cold fingertips veering towards frostbite as you claw and fight each centimetre of progress. You reap what you sow in this life, and your faithful friend is putting you through this drawn-out torture, not to mention exposure, as a message. Things could be so different if you took care. If you made an effort in the relationship. Because you neglect, because you’re too busy scrolling through shite on your phone, because there’s never enough time in the day – yet there is to surf of course – to look after your state of the art gimp suit, it now hates you.
Which is why you’re hopping around a car park swearing profusely as your faithful, but abused friend is refusing to go on. Your foot is in a vacuum lock. Your towel falls. The dog walking pensioners gasp, not in admiration, don’t be daft it’s December after all. Your glowing white derrière is lighting up the place. Your foot stuck in one leg as the other is halfway up. Gravity has been hanging around bored and decides it wants to play. You topple. Imagine reader, if you will, in glorious slow-motion. Feet tied up in neoprene, baby carrot and deux petit pois flapping in the wind. The surfer hoisted by his own petard. You are going down like an Indonesian hardwood.
You say: flip, damn, bother. And other colourful words. You salute the folks that witnessed your clown show. Regain your feet, your dignity and give a little bow. The fight continues as the waves pump on.
Wetsuit 1 – You 0.
Now you’re the muddy and gritty one even more in need of your neoprene protector. Hopefully, the message has been received. Look after the essential things in your life. Care for them as required. Otherwise, they may bite you on the ass.

Sharpy
Editor

    

 

This is Baiyungu Country

This is Baiyungu Country

Western Australia is rich in resources and to local surfers the most valuable of them is found where the desert meets the sea. Filmmaker Kim Feast’s latest Taking Off edit dives deep into this special zone.