by Scoobie Davis
Cookin' With Jet Fuel!
This past 24 hours has slammed Yesterday I got an original copy of Crumb's Despair at Hi De Ho Comics & Books in Santa Monica. I had to get the comic since seeing it in Crumb.
Saturday night I went to a screening of Stacy Peralta's Riding Giants at Laemmle's Monica 4-Plex. I can't do justice describing this film that chronicles the evolution of big wave surfing (it focuses on three big wave riders from different periods: Greg Noll, Jeff Clark, and Laird Hamilton. When I bought my ticket, the ticket vender was nice enough to give me a soundtrack CD that has some great tunes (the score for the film was excellent).
What was best was that I went to this screening because it had a Q & A with director Stacy Peralta afterwards. The audience loved the film and Peralta answered questions about surfing and the craft of filmmaking. After the Q & A, I told him the film was tight and he signed my CD insert (fortunately I brought my Scripto). This film is about surfing but it transcends surfing. Peralta mentioned how they loved the film in landlocked places like Dallas. If you have an extra nine bucks, then see the film--and if you're in Blockbuster, rent Peralta's Dogtown and Z-Boys even if you're not a thrasher (Disclosure: I was a quasi-thrasher before I got into football and track and field).
I met a very interesting person today but I can't tell you who she is.
I'm the farthest thing from a big wave rider (it would be like comparing the late Dale Earnhardt to a guy who likes to go for an afternoon drive in a sweet ride). These guy are intense when it comes to surfing.