Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Friday, October 30, 2009
Surf Fridays!
This really made me smile... a past Halloween at Blackies.
Beware of the ghosts in the waves tomorrow... legend has it they like to haunt the waters on Halloween. They like to spook you into taking off late. But you know, the ghosts get really angry if you pick up trash at the beach on your way out. They really hate that.
Have a booooo-tiful weekend!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Surf Fridays!
Dirt Farm Surf and SkateAnnual Scared Adventures Halloween Surf
Photos by Bischoff
Happy Halloween all you ghouls and goblins! I hope you are having a delightfully freakish day.
Some cool scary surf songs out there...The Ghastly Ones do Haulin' Hearse and The Surf Trio does Monster Beach. There are also a handful of Halloween surf albums. Who knew?
I will leave you with a story about a young surfer who went out into the frigid waters on the Lost Coast on Halloween night, never to be seen again. His name was Jack Phillips and he'd lost a bet with his drinking buddies, Tom and Rico, the night before. The loser had to surf all alone on Halloween night, only by the light of the crescent moon. 11pm rolled around. Tom and Rico drove Jack to the aptly named 'Ghost Point' to make sure he fulfilled his bet.
A south swell had come in the day before and the waves were crashing hard onto the rocks. The sound was overwhelming in the dark. Jack suited up and felt a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. He'd surfed by moonlight on a trip to Cabo before, but this...this was different. He slipped a little walking down the rocks to get to the water. His heart was racing while his friends were hollering sounds of encouragement from up above. As he stepped into the water and paddled out, he immediately saw one of the biggest sets coming toward him. Roller after roller of heavy double overhead waves. He had to go NOW. Jack barely had to paddle as the wave lifted him and he felt that old familiar feeling. A tiny bit of confidence crept in as he dropped in and went left. He couldn't see a thing but he was in the tube.
Darkness and silence.
For hours they searched for him. And the next day and the next.
He was never found.
If you are driving along the coast after dark during the bleak light of a crescent moon, and you see a surfer catching a wave with a pumpkin for a head - it is not your vision playing tricks on you. It's the ghost of Jack Phillips.
BOO!
Some cool scary surf songs out there...The Ghastly Ones do Haulin' Hearse and The Surf Trio does Monster Beach. There are also a handful of Halloween surf albums. Who knew?
But if you really want to get scared, make sure you watch Murder Montage made by the guys at Svrf & Destroy. Halloween seems to be the perfect holiday for this crew.
I will leave you with a story about a young surfer who went out into the frigid waters on the Lost Coast on Halloween night, never to be seen again. His name was Jack Phillips and he'd lost a bet with his drinking buddies, Tom and Rico, the night before. The loser had to surf all alone on Halloween night, only by the light of the crescent moon. 11pm rolled around. Tom and Rico drove Jack to the aptly named 'Ghost Point' to make sure he fulfilled his bet.
A south swell had come in the day before and the waves were crashing hard onto the rocks. The sound was overwhelming in the dark. Jack suited up and felt a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. He'd surfed by moonlight on a trip to Cabo before, but this...this was different. He slipped a little walking down the rocks to get to the water. His heart was racing while his friends were hollering sounds of encouragement from up above. As he stepped into the water and paddled out, he immediately saw one of the biggest sets coming toward him. Roller after roller of heavy double overhead waves. He had to go NOW. Jack barely had to paddle as the wave lifted him and he felt that old familiar feeling. A tiny bit of confidence crept in as he dropped in and went left. He couldn't see a thing but he was in the tube.
Darkness and silence.
For hours they searched for him. And the next day and the next.
He was never found.
If you are driving along the coast after dark during the bleak light of a crescent moon, and you see a surfer catching a wave with a pumpkin for a head - it is not your vision playing tricks on you. It's the ghost of Jack Phillips.
BOO!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Spooky Hallows
Marie Leveau's tomb at St. Louis Cemetary #1
Mr. Price, I will always love your voice.
Night of the Living Dead by George Romero, 1968
Zombies are relentlessly driven to kill and eat and are far more dangerous in large groups.
Night Falls
Night Falls...
The forest holds its breath
Everything is still...
Witches wail
Witches cackle
A black cat cries at the moon
It is Halloween.
The Golden Arm
"Where is my golden arm? Wherrrre is my golden aarrrmmm!"
My Favorite Halloween Things
* Vincent Price
* Zombies
* Vampires
* New Orleans cemetaries and voodoo
* Scary stories that my dad tells, like The lady with the broken neck
* Horror recordings and sounds
* Scary movies, like Salem's Lot and The Headless Horseman
* Waxed lips
I will leave you with the scene that would force my brother and I to sleep in our parent's room. Yes, it's the scratching the window scene from Salem's Lot. Have a spoohoohoohooooky night!
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