Heartbeat like a morse code

Star of the show, doin’ it for the cameras, Stab award around neck. Photo: Lifewithoutandy.com “You couldn’t have picked a more fucked mag to work for, could ya?” laughed Matt Hoy of my newly-found position on the Stab team. The man’s awesomeness transcends time, he’s still as colourful a character as ever. I tried to think of an answer and failed. Then excused myself to the viewing room. It felt like a rave. A long, rectangular hall-like space, filled with bright colours, loud people, red bull extreme-ness and thumping bass. The surfing was amazing, there’s no denying it – kid’s got those frontside slobs dialled. The nostalgia was cute, as were Mumma Wilson’s reminiscences. The flashback sequence was fittingly complemented by a No Fun At All song, perhaps as a nod to the Taylor Steel projects of the 90’s. Tow-ins, France, Gold Coast – some amazing waves were surfed. Some of the tail-highs were stoopid good, [showvideo]