“Salt Water runs in my veins. I was listening to alot of Sound Garden so I wrote Pray for Surf tuned down to a D tuning.”-
Ger-I http://www.reverbnation.com/artist_1188156/bio

“Daryl Gates (the fascist Chief of  the Los Angeles Police Department) and the L.A.P.D had it out for Punk Rockers.”-Ger-I

Listen to the interview here: Thanx Sheena Metal!

http://www.latalkradio.com/Players/Sheena.shtml?date=November+9,+2012&file=110912

https://www.facebook.com/pages/1978-Crashed-Memories/150270708382957?ref=hl

To begin,the good old McGinty family kids two doors down from grandma’s place, all attended Saint Monica High School.Thee girls and two boys, all red headed, milky,fair-skinned, and freckled all over. The sisters teased and punched me incessantly being 5 to 8 years older than I. The older brother already in college ( he made the BBall team at Washington U) would show up on vacation to show off  the fine art of the J. That left John. John 4 years older than yurz truly, the scrub,the ball boy, the constant buzzing in your ear, begging to get in the game.Begging,”Pick me . pick me, man!” John played for the Saint Monica Mariners, starting forward.

Carrying John’s gym bag, yammering on about the upcoming game as we walked down Lincoln Blvd past the park to the High School gym. I was a pest for sure but a useful pest, The iconic steeple and church in the nearby distance grew ever larger.

I was a body and this body worked all the drills. Weave, give and go, lay up lines, pick & roll, defense,
chasing loose balls,passing out towels, and everything else that I could do to play a little  basketball with the team.

Good old John McGinty, he turned me on to music as much as the 90′foot game. Artists such as David Bowie and Jimi Hendrix. The radio would blare these tunes as we passed the ball around, then I would attempt to guard John, he toyed with me dribbling the brown Wilson leather ball between his legs, around the back, suddenly rising like an elevator, straight up, releasing the ball so clean and effortless hanging in mid air,shouting, “Hawkins” and drain a 25′ foot J smooth as silk, the net snapping, cleanly, making that beautiful swish.

Rest in Peace, John McGinty.

Well after 35 years Amber appeared back in my life too. She tracked me down from the 1978 Crashed Memories facebook page. We talked. Could result in a new project. She has most of Darby’s manuscripts and other items. Well, I got a sudden hankering to do some haunting myself. Check out the old digs! If you read 1978 Crashed Memories you will recognize this line from the book “Yes, even the stars of Hollywood Blvd rolled under the urethane.” I filmed the video to reflect lines in 1978 Crashed Memories.A virtual reenactment! enjoy! Ohhh one ‘lil correction I will make as to the video, Don Kirk did not “live” there with us as Amber had left Don. He was always hanging around though, looking out for Amber.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/1978-Crashed-Memories/150270708382957?ref=hl

Ann Doll! So quick witted and sarcastic a walking razor if there ever was and yes I watched your size!  Beloved Ann, more talent in your little pinky finger than the world itself posses. Oh how existence can be so cruel and unforgiving and just as kind and yielding of the beautiful. Ann in a few strokes of a paint brush you captured the beauty, horror, pain and glory with an unparalleled exquisiteness and breathtaking style.  You read between the lines so well, maybe to well. Heck you even went surfing with me. Now that was a gas! Love you girl, Rest easy and in peace.

“We walked past the famous Malibu brick wall where all the locals hung out. Carrying my purple and pink Clyde Betty “Rocket Fish” surfboard with my dyed bleach blond hair, Ann doll in tow with her pale white makeup and jet black hair, we immediately incurred the wrath of the surfer lames. Catcalling, “Fag go back to Hollywood and Punk sucks. ” The surfers laid into us heavy. ” Fuck off and die” Ann shot back! Doubling down she then yelled “Go brush your hair, dorks.”-1978 Crashed Memories

MarketBasket is long gone however the bridge still spans the former creek and I’m sure still hosts the poets and drunks of the not so fair city, Los Angeles. My birthplace, I love her so.

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God works in mysterious ways and it is about time once again I testify to His greatness and living miracles. I don’t have it all together. For certain I have been struggling with life in a very personal way as well as being totally aghast at the current events that have just about overwhelmed the populace. I don’t believe I would be alive today if not for Christ Jesus and his ministry. Whoa! right there you say? I’m out of here. Don’t need any washed up surfer/punkrocker/veteran telling me about God, you say. Come on man, hear me out. First lets get into the way back machine.Set the dial to 1974,Sherman. Yeah,man! That”s me all right! (funny looking pants, I know. They were called flairs. Got them at a place named Sears Roebuck) A whole lot of firsts going on here, first drink of beer, smoking my first joint and having my first gander at pornography (yeah,Playboy magazine) Well now these activities took time to wreck my life, almost 40 years. So what the freak does this have to do with the price of a dub sack in L.A you ask? Just setting the tempo, G-Money, now chill as a good recounting and testimony take time, like the Meistro’s former favorite alcoholic beverage Makers Mark, it takes years to reach maturity.Now Sherman, hit that dial again and set it for 20013!
Perhaps you have been following me blog, mate and you know I have been in recovery for just about two years now. Having been devastated and enlightened all at once in a series of events surrounding an infamous pornography performer and yours truly. So yeah here we are in May 2013, yeah, that is a smart phone and yes I know, what is left of my hair is 80% gray and No, we cant go back to 1974. Yeah Yea, I know I looked much better and so did you and yes that is a “smart” phone so rest assured you are in 2013 presently. So check it out as I had gotten clean and wishing to help my dear Mary, I found my way to an organization named Treasures ( they help woman exit the sex trade) and received an invite to their annual Gala fundraiser. Yes I did kick down, Ok, I’m not that big of a kook. So when are you gonna get to the God part Ger-I? you ask. Hey relax Stevo, I’m working on it.

So the church I attend (Venice Church) has a series of sermons on God calling believers to have faith, specifically to stay when things get tough or dicey and conversely to go (as in on a mission or ministry or serve in some capacity). Well back to the sobriety thing.I have been struggling mightily to stay clean, meetings and prayer etc. So to get out of my head, I decide to go surfing. As I am watching the waves at a nice right hand point break, that begins with the 12th letter of the English alphabet,still contemplating just giving in to temptation, I pray that the Lord will give me a way out of the temptation STAY. In about 5 or 10 minutes two good surfer buddies, Brock and Greg pull up in a pick up truck and spot me while yukking it up. Hey, Ger-I good to see ya, man. suit up, and get out there dude! As you can see I made it out to the surf and had a blast for a few hours.
Prayer one answered.BOOM just like that.
So I’m motoring down Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) listening to a Christian Radio station rocking to Casting Crowns,and Boom! I see her, she is 20 if she is a day Jumping up and down on PCH well endowed to say the very least,jiggling like a jello all over, wearing short shorts,a halter top and nothing else. She holds a sign that reads, “NEED JUMP” Having been shot, stabbed and robbed before, I immediately think set up. There is a thug lurking just behind the wall or in the car with malevolent intent. I blast past, however I hear a tiny voice getting louder saying, “GO see about it.” Flipping a U turn I drive back a 1/4 north and already there is a pick up truck ( no, it is not my buddies) with two fiends just itching to do some dirt slowing up, leering at her. The way a wolf leers at a lost ewe. I pull into the dirt lot and she runs up to the window panting , “Thanks” as she is out of breath. Look, Sherm, I’m not going to lie to you, this girl is super fine man but I contain myself and ask, “What is going on? She explains she needs a jump, as the battery dead. I look over the 2012 BMW 3 series and notice the AZ plates, suitcases and piled up clothes as well as scan for the lurker. Well turns out no thug is plotting a crime. She is alone. Check it G $, I’ve been to the rodeo several times over ok? I rapidly sus out she is a working girl, stripping in a club and all the other vice that goes along with that activity. So we get to talking, talking about surfing, about my daughter,how I got clean,and life in general.I drop the Treasures recovery outfit too, as she is telling me about her Aderal use and she says she only takes a half a pill when she is stripping to cope. No it i s not prescribed. I tell her I understand. I know she uses everything under the sun but I’m just attempting to engage in motivational interviewing. Oh did I tell yeah I’m at UCLA learning addiction therapy? No? (another story for another time, homie). Well we got the car started,just as an ubiquitous L.A roach Coach arrived, so I buy her a sandwich, gave her my card, and the Treasures info. Before departing, I asked her if she had ever heard of Jesus. “Yes, but I’m spiritual but not religious.” She said. “Well darling, I say as she giggles at me calling her darling. “Jesus is the most spir-it-tual fellow that ever walked the earth. He died a horrible death in testement to his faith.”Taking her hand in mine I pray the Lord will look over her. In parting she said, Thanks , you didn’t even try to sex me up like all the other men”

BTW Sherman where in the world did you get those flair pants?

Sometimes God asks you to stay, sometimes he asks you to go.
http://gerilewis.wordpress.com/2011/09/27/pornography-and-the-harm-it-causes/

http://iamatreasure.com/

http://www.venicechurch.com/touching-base/online-sermons.html