Greetings from The Institute

(very) loosely recalled late nite Stevie White;

Nicholson dropped in on Springsteen, so Bruce surfed straight into the jetty, jumped onto the rocks and walked to shore. Jersey style!

Greenough was almost lecturing at the local university and one of Andreini's friends was enjoying a glass of wine and the scenery of Jay Dee Dougherty's drumming.

I'm usually the weird one but except when it comes to dentists with past lives therapists.

Parrish said he had a few boards sitting around that he shaped too thick.

(...the anti-orgone group from Hoagie Camp kept me from posting this earlier, last month even.)

Intimidation Is Not A Substitute For Scholarship

From the Brighton years at Lincoln, a half-way house overlooking the surfing beach which supplied a crew of now displaced boardwalk legends. There was the asian lady who sung mysterious avant-Ono songs, a man who panhandled 'Money for coffee?' and the gentleman below, whose inquery, 'Change of a dollar or 35 cents?' was most absurdist brilliant.  Proto-mental in the shorey styles...

Team Louisville

...from Big Tom's 70's slide collection, Vivitar'd and then scanned. Kauai kine A-frames from long before you were a sidebuster or even a surfer.  My leftovers are getting cold on the table...

A Corner Slice in 2010

From this week's New York mag, unfortunately those are not the words of Summer Rain but nevertheless mental and classic.