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No Refuge

Posted on 10.18.20 under Uncategorized

No Refuge

I saw the face of reality
Marching through the wars of our memory
Lost in the shadow of the crescent moon
A dream that faded away too soon

No refuge could save the brave
From the terror of the grave
But the star spangled banner doth wave
O’er the land of the slaves

We chased freedom through the gloom of the night
The rockets red glare blinded our sight
The greedy gentry swindled the rest
And threw the scraps to the oppressed.

No refuge could save the brave
From the terror of the grave
But the star spangled banner doth wave
O’er the land of the slaves

GOD & BEAST

Posted on 09.15.20 under Uncategorized

New tune by Cloud Hands Project

Your first mistake was the last one you would make.
No second chances she said, your confidence is fake
Count your regrets, there’s more fuel for your fire
Swallow your sins, and chase them with desire

Somewhere on the spectrum
Between God and Beast
Temptation with flesh and feast

Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies
Your macho pretensions are fear in disguise
Feed mindless hatred until you realize
This is the sickness we must immunize

Somewhere on the spectrum
Between God and Beast
I’m tempted with flesh and feast

Somewhere on the spectrum
Between God and Beast
I’m tempted with flesh and feast

The skies before Typhoon #10

Posted on 09.06.20 under Uncategorized

Looking at Nakano-ku
Looking towards Shinjuku

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)

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