Beach Scum + BIG SURe dude!

About a year and a half ago I was living in California and had a sudden change in the aspirations in my life. It was apparent that I wasn’t going to stay in California for the rest of my life. While out there I met a group of amazing friends who I would consider family. I still keep in contact with them and have received many letters from them this past year. We always talk about reconnecting in the future. Also it was how I got the nickname sure dude and we would run around skating, drinking beer, throwing shit in a bonfire on the beach, run naked through the fires, surf, bbq, watch gary busey flicks, Yell BEACHSCUM and SUREDUDE, Food stamps, tag up bathrooms, all cuddle up in one bed, breaking shit, get kicked out of Billy O’s, Zoey’s and art communities, chill at scum spot, hide wills leopard skin pants, paint, hot tub at scott soens house and play with his cat, learn how to fix a flat tire, build beer castles, empty bags of sand from our pants, shred, Birdfeeder shows, More bird feeder shows, dead cats, brats, franklin for short, The Growlers, Deek Alypse, Love birds, Edward Sharpe, Dans truck, never going to sleep, waking up jrrr or at least trying to, water fight in jrr’s kitchen, Will.i.am with an axe, will.i.ams karate, will.i.ams cat, Dan going to jail, Dans bad luck, trumpets on the beach, 4 loko, confirming Dane Reynolds actually eats food, the day I introduced Jrrr to dane, dane blowin out his tail, someone eating my goddamn burger, fuckin with Anne, bbqs in the camper, Wayne’s World breaking the dvd player, 50+ times watching Modern collective, not gettin a life, ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…. Our time was short lived and I happened to stumbled upon some videos we made while hanging out. Especially this Big Sur trip Dan, J.r. and I took before leaving to Hawaii. Who knew it would be the last time I would be in California, at least for awhile. I do miss you all of you Beachscum and hope we can tell our story some time soon. SUREDUDE!

Here are some collective videos of BeachScum:

Mountain Man March Day 13

I moved away from home out to Cali about 3 years ago. I have traveled to Hawaii for a bit and currently reside in St. Paul. Over the years I have met some amazing people and continue to do so today. Life is an amazing gift that some take for granted. I appreciate each day I wake up because sending a positive and loving message out to the world is something I truly enjoy. With all of the terror and destruction in this world going on today, I feel myself missing my friends and family. Knowing everyone is okay makes my heart grow. I am grateful to have to people in my life that have gotten me to this point sitting on my bed meditating. This video was one of the songs I had listened to on my travels and realize that it is very hard to be away from everyone. I have no regrets in my life and the path I am on is a great one, who knows where I’ll end up next. So this is for everyone letting you know that I cherish you all. Great songs for mounatin man march as well.
mountain.

Love Sure Dude

Big breakfast…. uptowner is about to kill me.

My buddy Konstantine and I cruised to uptowner cafe off of grande and lexington. I ate to much food, if you want some dope food I suggest you eat here. Awesome staff as well. I vote they start making chicken and waffles.

Listening to: Bon Iver – Beach Baby

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I used to get on Dane Reynolds blog like my life depended on it. One thing that was annoying is he would never title his blog post. He would just dable a few dots. Lazy bastard. I remember my buddy J.R. watson and I would cruise up and down the coast looking to see if we could catch this dude surfing. My only experience seeing dane was at a pizza place in Ventura, CA. Up until that point I had suspected Dane of not having time to eat. I figured he was constantly surfing every second of every single day. J.R. on the other hand, had made a cool surf video with music from local denver friends Paper Bird. So to Dane and my great friend J.R. I give you a great big SURE DUDE!

Meditation

Meditation has been a fairly new experience in my life and has helped with my anxiety. First it was mildly self taught through self help books and stories I’ve heard. Being had graced with a few instructed-guided meditation in the past month. Learning more about my spirituality before hand was a much needed necessity. It had always been there, but where had it been. One excercise I was taken through started with relaxing my whole body while sitting comfortably in a chair. Think of a color, I pictured red landscapes then proceded to a yellow landscape. This setting soon turned into a rolling grain field. As I sat upon a hill leaning against a tree, I quietly observe my surroundings. The next color was violet and I watched the sun setting with blue colors and sat peaceful as the full moon perched on my left, pushing the shadows right. No planes or signs of life anywhere. The rolling hills part to form the ocean. I was to depict a setting where I felt total serenity. When I lived in waialua,HI, I remember a night I had taken an evening stroll to the beach. The full moon sat high and the sounds of the beach were so calming. I sat and reflected on my life and was taken by how the full moon bounced light water mixing with the sand. The surreal setting seemed like a dream. As I was meditating it wasn’t hard to physically feel like I was there. Aquiring this visual stage presented such a great peace of mind. Finally a spot to present my thoughts and organize the ones that I am capable of releasing . After I finished my meditation, one thing that came to mind. I treat life like a messy room and then clean it by cramming all the negative stuff into the closets. The closet fills up, breaking the door pouring out the negative aspects of my life. By trying to get rid of the past it came back messier than ever. Organizing my room seems to be a better option. I can never change the past nor deal with it, but keep it there as just a thought in the chaos of today. I’ve learned to listen through meditation.

Happiness in the eyes of a….

On grand i stand tall
Waiting on 63
Dreaming of my hungover Owl
Waiting for your call.
I died on the beach, the old me.
The more i wrap my mind around it.
These eyes wake each day.
As cold blood starts pouring.
Glancing at all the snowflakes falling.
The heart’s search for wealth.My mind full of self.

St. Paul 2011

Listening to: Braids – Lemonade

What next….

I sold my soul
For inevitable and sad love
I sold my soul
For the corporate expansion
I sold my soul
In the spring for a life not so promising
I sold my soul
When the waves were to harse
Without my head above water
I sold my soul
On the cold midnight street
Upon the living not dead lifestyle of gloomy deaths from lost memories rising
I sold my soul
For withering temptations and snide”fuck america” ambitions
I sold my soul
For the undying men in the fore front figuring out ways to kill us all
I sold my soul
In search of insanity instantly gratifying
Lives in which number of years spent
Creating a bitter life
I sold my soul
To join the bond between lost brothers
And in keeping those closer as my enemies
I sold my soul
For any bit of happiness that we deserve
Desperate to find ourselves
Digging deep in the wrong directions
Stabbed by the industrial aspects
Of a lost and drunken culture

We need our time because when its over
It won’t matter
Its a gift
Its nothing
Its everything
Its gone
It never was
Where will you find your soul….

Waialua 2010

BeachScum cont….

Beautiful cali

Down by da beach