Spring time in the Pacific Northwest. Time to chip away at the debilitating winter layers covering both the body and mind. There's no denying that I'm a skinny man. And there's also no denying that nothing is harder on the eyes than the dreaded 'skinny-fat guy'. A winter of no surf paired with dark home studio sessions is a five star recipe for skinny-fat guy soup. I tried my best to substitute daily surf with hockey and weights and to write music with the curtains drawn but there is simply no healthier feeling then a surf. And mentally speaking there is always a dumpsters worth of crap to get rid of. I suppose writing music is one of the ways I empty that dumpster. As you maybe can tell there was no Bali trip this winter...yet. Just writing it makes me want to mount a seatless bicycle. Add to that yesterdays blackberry vibration courtesy of Riz: "Come to Bali man!! Hurley Canggu house for 2 months!! Wilderness Crew concert!!" A plane ticket has never felt more necessary. We'll see what happens. On the domestic front it's time to organize a summers worth of shows, release a summers worth of songs and continue to make this thing grow. More people, more ears, more music.
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