You're always first when no one's on your side.

That first plunge under the shore break on a chilly fall morning. It forces a sound out of one's body that is kind of a whoo-ahhh! - shocking and refreshing all at once. You become acutely aware of your body and your surroundings, which is helpful when you're about to paddle out to sea.

Music draws from almost the identical place as art does, which really is that intangible - it's like you're pulling from the ether. I don't know where it comes from.

Surf is something I have been obsessed with since I was a child.

I think perhaps love thrives on unlikely circumstances and chance: life thrives on these principles, and is life not love? And love not life?

Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things.

It's great to want to be part of something, but it's a different thing completely to believe wholly in some type of movement, and to give everything for that something.