“959″ is Ty Willman, Dave Krusen , Alan Hunt, Jeremy Lightfoot , Cameron Brownfield
Directed & edited by by Michael Maniglia
Produced by Sam Bligh and Triple Props Rcd’s
Cinematography by Michael Maniglia
On June 8th, our friend Andy Knepshield was pursuing his passion for rock climbing in the Pacific North West. He was climbing with a partner at Little Si in North Bend, Washington on the World Wall. While Andy was climbing an accident occurred with the baylaying process and Andy fell over 70 feet. An emergency search and rescue team rushed Andy to Harborview Medical Center in Seattle.
Andy is currently in surgery to fight internal bleeding. He has multiple broken bones, kidney damage, and is in danger of losing his spleen. More information on his condition will be added as we have it – we know Andy will pull through this, but it will be a very long and painful recovery.
Andy and his amazing wife Emily are going to need all the help we can give them. They are going to need our financial support through Andy’s long recovery and rehab. Andy will be out of work for quite some time – we don’t know how long he will be hospitalized, how long he will be in rehab, how long before he will be able to work, or how much all of this is going to cost. As soon as these details are available this page will be updated. Now is the time to offer what you can to this amazing person – every dollar counts. Andy and Emily also need our love, support, and powerful thoughts of recovery and strength.
Please share this with as many people as you can. Andy and Emily are amazing people with roots in Ohio, Brooklyn, Nashville, Seattle and beyond. Friends and family from coast to coast, do what you can to help. We know Andy would be too humble to ask directly for this much needed support, and we know he will be eternally grateful for all the care and generosity sent his way.
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Surfboard shapers are insatiable – it is their best characteristic. No amount of shaping and glossing, designing and calculating will ever fulfill a shaper. There is always a blank template, always potential. And, this insatiable drive continuously causes shapers to draw outside the lines and create radically new surfboard designs. It keeps our sport evolving. The crew at Starboard is no different. Their foam / carbon fiber design gives the feel of classic glass and foam, as well as extreme strength from space-age materials. These boards have the brains and the brawn.
Music was my first love and she continues to break my heart in three-and-a-half minute increments. However, she and I have worked through so many splits and reconciliations that our relationship reads more like the five stages of grief than a loving relationship. Let me explain.
Thirteen was a punch in the gut. This was the year I began to take a serious interest in girls. Sadly, these girls didn’t take an interest in my awkward demeanor and the rejection eventually reflected in the despair bleeding out my stereo. Poor pop bands singing songs so saccharine I am embarrassed to type their names on this page. But, as I grew older my skin thickened and prepared me for what was to come – anger.
At fifteen I discover how good it feels, and how easy it is, to reroute sadness to a mosh pit of aggression. This was the stage of punk. For me bands like The Clash or The Ramones had a specific energy and sense of camaraderie that egged on my youthful pain and angst. Plus, it was amusing to watch my parents squirm in front of their friends: “oh…um…yeah Patrick is going through a phase.” But, for some punk is not just a phase. Some of my friends, whose musical opinions I highly regard, still restrict their record collection to Black Flag and Screeching Weasel. This phase was my favorite, but it couldn’t last. The girls and rejection of my teenage years were waiting.
For me, “bargaining” was my lowest point, my rock bottom… my Phish. Female companionship overthrew the allegiance to my punk comrades and I was more than willing to sell out. Willing to sell my punk CDs for whichever band the pretty girls were listening to. The music no longer mattered. It was a simple bargaining tool with which to enter the arms of the opposite sex. And to be clear: I am not proud of my musical prostitution, but women and men have done much worse for a backseat fondle.
In the next stage, my depression came full circle. My bargained relationships failed and I again tuned into the sounds of self-loathing and frustration. But the music was more intense and severe. I did not return to the sweet and simple pop songs of stage two; I wanted complexity and a lot of reverb. I began listening to new-wave and post-punk in my late teens and my love for music was instantly rekindled. I related to the depression of bands like Television and The Fall. Morrissey shared my unique emotions. This was my longest and most dramatic phase. I learned a lot about “good” music but grew intolerant and judgmental of “bad” music. And, until recently, I would have been classified as a music snob or – gasp! – “hipster”.
However, I am glad to say my relationship with music is softening with age. Like an old couple, she and I simply enjoy each other’s company. We no longer quarrel about what is on the stereo. We just play it by ear. If she feels like listening to Lester Young on a Sunday morning – that’s ok. If I feel like cleaning the apartment while listening to the Grateful Dead – that’s ok too. It’s a mature relationship of respect and acceptance. We don’t laugh if the other is in a nostalgic mood and wants to sway to Boyz II Men. Or scowl if the presidential primaries cause an afternoon of Minor Threat 45s. No judgment. I am happy to be at peace with music. Actually, I even enjoy a little silence, and am reading more too. Hey, have you read…
The weeds of homophobia intrude and pollute nearly every community, including surfing. It is appalling that within a culture known for its accepting and loving persona, a group of people feel unwelcomed and discriminated against. “Out in the Lineup”, a new film by Ian W. Thomson, is driving to alleviate this intolerance. Bigotry is caused by a lack of understanding and “Out in the Lineup” offers the chance to learn about and understand a group of people who share a common relationship – surfing. Although the film has not been released yet (due to release in March) we here at Stoke Harvester want to raise awareness for this important movie and encourage you to check out the film.
“Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.” – John F. Kennedy
It is no surprise – the café au lait colored waters running along the coast of Texas have a reserved space in my heart. I spent my youth paddling into sloshy, foamy, and confused waves that most Californians would undoubtedly ridicule. So, when I stumbled across the blog “The Unusual Chronicles of a Texan Surfer” by south Texan Tegan Gainan, I wanted to share it. Using the popular GoPro camera, Gainan posts stylish and smart surf videos and photos of my much-missed “Third Coast”.
A visual expedition thru the many facets of Chemistry. Since our beginning, we have always taken pride in staying original by showcasing what makes us who we are. Never ones to follow the trends, take the retro path, or bite others style. We keep moving into the future our way. We are The Tomorrows People.
Edited by: Eric Warner
Filmed by: Eric Warner, Mike Gleason, Joe Guagliardo, and Scott Smith.
Check out Body Glove’s “Live From The Moon” on iTunes now
Surfers: Cheyne Magnusson, Mike Gleason, Todd Prestage
My friend Kimo recorded a great Christmas album a few years back. If you’re looking for something new to listen to this season, shelve the Mannheim Steamroller, and listen to some heartfelt ukulele music, by the talented Kimo Muraki & his Tiny Messengers.
You can stream the album here. If you enjoy it, please consider purchasing the album on Kimo’s Bandcamp page.