Ettore Burdese, Italy in its purest form, sends us this interview at 04:33 in the morning from any airport north of nowhere. Suffering the hellish snoring of an obese person, according to Ettore Burdese, member of ISIS. After 5 Bocks of beer at € 2.75 each, he vomits the following answers to our questions.
You are like Christopher Columbus, you come from Genoa, but you are settled in the Val Miñor … By chance you will not be descended from a certain Pedro Madruga?
Columbus may not be from Genova and maybe it could also be Pedro Madruga. The only thing I have clear is that Pedro Madruga was not Italian, I do not see an Italian attacking at dawn. If the uncle came from Italy he would have been called Beppe Aperitivo when he attacked in the middle of the afternoon with sunglasses and badass.
I imagine that having been sponsored by billabong, living in Italy is something difficult to achieve, this allowed you to travel a lot and get into seas with more tide difference than 1/2 meter?
On the contrary it has been easier, in ’94 in Italy you could win a competition only supporting the board to the lip a couple of times.
Something that made me very funny when I met you, was that you had a sign in the car that put a novice surfing or something, right? That already defined a guy with attitude … jejej
It was not me, but I would have liked …
In addition to navigating the architecture in movement, do you dedicate a little bit to the static architecture and landscaping?
Yes, I’m an Architect. I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time, that’s why I’m back to surfing. I have more free time than a retiree.
With whom would you go to a desert island with an empty point break, with Miki Dora or Gabriel Medina?
The times of Miki Dora were the summit, from there the surf began its aesthetic and moral decadence. It was all so perfect that, after completely losing the idiosyncrasy, the surf world realized and started the Retro Movment, but it was too late: Medina was already shaving his armpit and recovered only the image of those times, as do the Japanese when they wear punks and sing Anarchy in the UK Fanta and Cocacola posts, before returning to the micro-apartment with their mothers.
Desde ahí el surf empezó su decadencia estética y moral. Llegaron los 4 jinetes del apocalipsis para anunciar el fin del surf: el bodyboard, los brasileños en el World Tour, el SUP y las escuelas. Antes de entrar a surfear algunos monitores de las escuelas te mandan a hacer flexiones, si lo viera Miki Dora se moriría otra vez.
Pero si tu también llegaste a Galicia todo retro…
En el 2004 había pasado un buen rato en Encinitas, donde nació el R.M, y estaba entusiasta. Los discurso de los surferos estaban más centrado en el surf que en las tablas (como siempre pasa con los buenos). La peña estudiaba los videos vintage para entender como usaban el cuerpo para girar esos single fin, determinando así el estilo y no al revés.
Luego todo el mundo del surf, vulgarizado y ya sin cultura, vió Sprout y se mal interpretó: miles de kooks se compraban su Bing y su furgo VW vintage, surfeando mal como siempre pero imaginándose la hostia de cool. Para las line-up fue algo letal, esos javalies que mal flotaban con los truster 6,2 x 17,25 x 2 se cambiaron al retro y empezaron a coger olas. Mejor antes, cuando solo adornaban las line-up con sus tablas llenas de pegatas.
Y las escuelas, hay poquitas donde vives….
En una sola playa hay 6 o 7 escuelas muy tochas. Miles de alumnos cada semana. Analizando los numero si solo el 1% de los alumnos se engancha al surf en 5 años en Patos habrá 13.500 surferos cada pico.
La cerveza como te gusta, amarga o salada?
Me gusta al punto de sal, y me gustaría salarla a media Italia, como cuando el Joker tenía pensado meter LSD en el acueducto de Gotham City.
Fotografía por Ziggyaction
