My art-collecting friends have been consistent in the one thing they tell me: “Buy what you love.”

As a collector of many things, as detailed here, I’ve acquired art that has specific meaning to me: a Glen E. Friedman Dog Town-era Tony Alva photo from 1977, a 1960s Laguna Beach oil painting by George Michaud that hung in my house as a kid, and some amazing “found” surf photos and paintings I always discovered while looking for other stuff, mostly vintage furniture and car parts.

So buying what I love came naturally, because I only picked up and kept stuff along the way that I really like.

You may have gotten from earlier posts that I am a bit nostalgic, especially around things surf and South Bay. Growing up in Manhattan Beach in the ’70s was a different time. Manhattan had yet to become the “disco” beach suburb that, I regret to say, it has become. People lived here because they loved the beach, surf, and volleyball. A small-town vibe where teachers, lifeguards and firemen could afford to live in the town where the worked and served their neighbors. Those days are gone.

During the late 1970s and early ‘80s, L.A. boasted a well documented punk music scene, and I was lucky enough to see many great shows at various venue: The Police, 1979, at both the Whisky and Hollywood Park racetrack, all the major ska bands at the Whisky and, a week of Clash shows at the Hollywood Palladium.

The South Bay had its own scene, defined by local bands Black Flag and the Circle Jerks. The Black Flag ethos was defined a relentless beat, Henry Rollins’s vocals and Raymond Pettibon concert flyers and album art. As the brother of Black Flag founder, Mike Ginn, Pettibon’s monochromatic, anti-authoritarian style became synonymous with the band. This recognition allowed Pettibon, who still lives in Hermosa Beach, to begin an art career in earnest–to amazing success. While some of his images and subject matter are provocative, his surf imagery is truly without equal.

While Surfer Magazine founder and artist, John Severson, defined the “wave” aesthetic in the 1960s, Pettibon’s perfect barrels, and use of subtle and not so subtle coloring, has earned him an international following of surfers, museums and serious art collectors. This lead not only to amazing accolades, but a Whitney Biennial exhibition in 2004, along with a Bucksbaum award.

Not all of these are surf images, in fact, most aren’t. But these are the paintings and drawings that I have lusted after. I follow the major auction houses (Phillips, Christies, Sotheby’s) closely, and am always on the hunt for a surf picture that I can afford. There are a couple of non-surf monochromatic pieces in next week’s Phillips contemporary art sale. There are also some great Pettibon books, Plots Laid Thick, is a favorite. Although it sounds weird, there is also a very cool Pettibon beach towel, part of an amazing artists series.

I’ve gotten lucky over the years, and picked up some good examples, at prices I could afford.

With too many interests, and too little time, I’ve had to edit my collections, staying focused, and after years of searching, Pettibon’s have made it into the collection. Buying what I love has been the filter.

My beach life has been pretty blessed. I surf and body surf with many of the local guys I grew up with. I’ve been lucky enough to surf on multiple continents, and had a lot of fun. But, at it’s core Manhattan Beach is a volleyball town….The garbage cans say it’s “the home of beach volleyball,“ so it must be true. Volleyball is a big part of living in the South Bay and I enjoy it even now more than I did as a kid. I play with the same group of guys that I’ve been playing with for years, and we still play two’s on the old school larger court, with the new ball—don’t ask why or how we have concocted this Franken-version of the game, but it’s something we all look forward to from March through November, weather depending.

Other than at the venerable courts at 19th/20th, the rest of Manhattan and Hermosa have adopted four man as the game of choice. You certainly get to get more guys playing, with less down time. I played my first four man tourney, the Greg Ack Memorial, over Memorial Day at 17th in Hermosa and I was stoked to get great partners in what is always a blind draw. After that, I played 4th Street in Manhattan, and again got lucky with nice guys and a great team.

Photo courtesy of Kevin Cody, EasyReaderNews.com

The holy grail of all South Bay summer tourneys is the annual four man at 17th in Hermosa over two days, every Labor Day. An invitational, limited to 120 players, I’ve always wanted to be part of this tradition. Started by 17th Street local Lee Campbell 52 years ago, the tradition is kept alive by local good guy, and Field Deputy to L.A .County Supervisor Don Knabe, Steve Napolitano and my dear friend, son of Lee, Kevin Campbell. Kevin and Steve made it happen for me this year, and through their good graces, it was an amazing weekend. Aside from the four man format, This is old school volleyball. Beach chairs three rows deep around center court, a cool official T-shirt and so many of the great guys I grew up with, played with and admired. The pros turn out as well, and there were two Medal owning Olympians, Eric Fonoimoana (Gold) and Bob Samuleson (Bronze), playing this year. Pro Mark Paaluhui’s team made it to the finals to be defeated by Gray Garrett and second year in a row winner, Dan “Action Dan” Jensen. Action Dan also got the tourney MVP award (right on, Dan).

Our A player Jeff Urton, and setter Dave Wagner, were gracious to me and my fellow back-row specialist Carlo, with the greatest moment being a loss: in a game that ends after a team earns two points more than the other, after 15 points, we played more than an hour, the final score 21-23.

I feel so lucky to be able to do what I love, share the beach with loved ones, old friends, and local legends. Share the court with some of the finest beach volleyball players in the world, and, like a kid, stay on the beach till it’s dark. Then, ride my bike back to Manhattan, with an umbrella, ukulele, salty eyelashes and special images and memories from a great event.