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Sultry Summer Indigo

Posted on 08.07.20 under Uncategorized

New tune by Cloud Hands Project featuring Frank Southecorvo on Alto, Tenor, and Baritone Saxophones!

A creative process enabled by internet sex! Oh, wait — Internet Sax. Tracks were sent from Asheville, North Carolina to Tokyo with sweaty satisfaction!

Where’s Trevor?

Posted on 08.07.20 under Uncategorized

Photo by Junko Wong 1985 in Tokyo, Japan

We’re wondering where Trevor Sifton is, none of the people that knew him when we did have any idea and some have passed. Trevor helped remodel our Nuuanu house in mid-80s and modeled for Junko when he wasn’t surfing huge North Shore, O’ahu waves. In my Google search, I found this article that quoted the surfer Kelly Slater talking about him in a Salon article from January 20, 2000. There is no mention of Trevor after the year 2000…

Circa 1983 on the North Shore. From right: Faber, Trevor, baby Dustin, Junko, Malcolm. Front row left: Joy Wong.

“I got to talking to Kelly Slater about Trevor Sifton, one of the most (or least, depending how you look at it) legendary surfers on the North Shore, and maybe the only surfer Slater suspects is cooler than himself. Sifton is an “international male model” of absurd beauty and a hallowed big-wave masochist who has never, ever let himself be shot for surf magazines. He continually haunts the most obscure, lethal and remote areas to surf all alone, and is self-professedly “anti-ego” to the point of total obscurity, except to the surfers who are in awe of him, who’ve paddled out to the heaviest, most fearful, hidden outside waves found in nature and discovered Trevor sitting there already, camped out like a hermit on the wet mountaintop, executing drops that others would need a crowd on the beach and board shorts electro-charged with unclean Fame Nerves to pull off. Trevor’s always been doing it, and still does; no leash, no cameras, no endorsements, and nobody watching. Just him and the ocean — looking better than God, if you paddle out far enough to see him.

“I don’t think he’s ever had his picture in a magazine,” mused Slater admiringly, mindful of his own glossy uber-presence.”

—Cintra Wilson (Surfzilla vs. the Banzai Pipeline)

Brass Ring

Posted on 08.04.20 under Uncategorized

By CLOUD HANDS PROJECT

Written, performed, recorded by Malcolm Wong

Saxophone by Frank Southecorvo

Photo by Junko Wong

I see your face in the shadows of time
A fading phantom in my memory
Who thought that the merry-go-round
Would stop before we caught the BRASS RING

Can’t stop thinking of us
The rules we broke when the walls came tumbling down
We’re just playing the game
One step ahead of Armageddon

Who knows what goes on in the dark
Deep hidden secrets behind the doors
Daylight shows all of your scars
Of childhood trauma as you reached for the stars

Don’t stop lying to me
The truth’s a dark cloud of anxiety
Midnight sirens scream through the night
An eerie soundtrack to my dreams

I see your face in the shadows of time
A fading phantom in my memory
Who thought that the merry-go-round
Would stop before we caught the BRASS RING