Born from boredom, fueled by chaos, and always down for a good time. This is I FORGET — Huntington Beach, California.
The story of I FORGET comes out of a darker time — an apocalyptic time when survival was the only thing on anyone's mind. Political agendas and quarantine dominated every conversation.
But not ours. We actually loved it. Just a bunch of kids with no jobs and not much going on. We surfed every day, drank our weight in beer, and did whatever the hell we wanted.
When quarantine finally ended, we crawled out of our caves and unleashed ourselves on Huntington Beach. Surf film premieres, punk rock shows, late nights, and early mornings.
Orange County is the birthplace of West Coast punk rock. We all grew up listening to it. But at the shows we were going to, there weren't many people our age playing that style anymore. Punk and hardcore were alive, but they didn't feel young.
We needed something new. One night, after way too many beers, Max Lambert threw out the idea: "Let's start a band. I'll play drums." None of us were musicians. That didn't matter.
Max bought a drum kit off OfferUp, and soon we were meeting up at his uncle's garage studio. We wrote our first song that day — and it was absolute trash. The next six? Also trash. But we kept showing up.
We followed in the footsteps of local legends THE CAVITIES, who used to play free shows at Central Park. So we threw our first show there too. From that point on, the shows just kept getting bigger.
We launched iForgetTV with our friend Dane Hart behind the lens — surf missions, punk shows, motocross madness, all on film. Then came the I FORGET Airshow. Now, I FORGET is more than a band. It's a lifestyle. It's a crew. It's a platform to make cool shit.
