Don Redondo is a beach bum with a ticky-tack beach house. To some he would appear to be a throwback to the bygone era of 1960s surf culture wandering in a twilight zone between Kennedy and Nixon, between Dick Dale and Led Zeppelin; to others he’s a mythopoetic retro-dude rescued from some beach-town alleyway on the way to an encounter with the nagual.
In fact, he is Don Redondo, the legendary Malibu surfin' kahuna – a New Jersey transplant with an East Coast attitude and a West Coast aptitude. He is a man of infinite wisdom and profound stupidity, a man whose grasp is greater than his reach, and his reach is longer than both his arms put together, and then some. Kahuna, shaman, or surf bum, Don Redondo is the mythical waterman who took Careless Constipeda as his “apprentice” back in the heydays of the 1960s.
Due to this electronic miracle (and a recent series of appearances of “The Teachings of Don Redondo” in The Surfer’s Path magazine) he continues to exist, most visibly in these bitchin’ products. To drop in on the adventures of Don Redondo, click over to drewkampion.com/donredondo or surferspath.com (enter "Don Redondo" in the search box and hit GO). In the meantime, order yourself some stoke!
