Job and Corey living as God intended.
I know I’ve been M.I.A. for a while now. Please don’t be cross. Corey and I spent a week on the Hawaiian Islands, enjoying a much needed vacation, and it’s taken an additional two weeks just to remove sand from all the crevices of my life since then.
I don’t remember whether or not you’ve been to Hawaii – I know you’ve said before, but you know me – all those purple microdots I did as a teenager have affected my memory. I can’t seem to recall what’s already been said!
Anyway, I don’t remember whether or not you’ve been to Hawaii – I know you’ve said before, but you know me – all those purple microdots I did as a teenager have affected my memory. I can’t seem to recall what’s already been said!
Our time was equally split between the island of Oahu and Kauai. I was raised on Oahu, and most of our time there was spent on me tracking down unique junk food from my childhood. We were totally successful, and I’ve gained ten pounds from the trip.
One of the many things I love about Amoeba Music Hollywood is that it has a Hawaiian music section, whereas most record stores barely have a Hawaiian music album.
This is my favorite Hawaiian music album of all time. It’s personal. This man, Joe Keawe – who I knew as Uncle Joe – was a dear friend of my father’s, and this record by him has been played on every stereo in my life. It was finally re-released on those new-fangled “compact discs” the kids are koo-koo over, and it’s available in the aforementioned Hawaiian music section at Amoeba.
Unfortunately, he’s obscure enough that finding clips of him online is difficult. MP3 bits are available for sale, but doing a search for him on YouTube yields only another, more famous, Hawaiian treasure, Genoa Keawe.
Auntie Genoa is another amazing singer who very recently passed away, actually. Despite the surname, the two singers are not related.
You don’t have very much Hawaiian music in your collection, I’m pretty sure, but I think everyone needs a little. It’s the sweetest sounds! And any of you chilluns predisposed to vintage country music MUST investigate vintage Hawaiian. They go hand-in-hand. Seriously – back away from that Juno soundtrack (it’ll still be there when you get back) and find yourself some old, crackly, Hawaiian, slack-key album. It’ll add some much needed sugar to your collection.
I realize this blog entry isn’t my usual, whimsical, non-sequitur enriched offering. It’s because, while sunbathing on Kailua Beach, a huge, man-eating shark crawled up onto the shore and silently made its way up to me – great, white teeth sparkling menacingly in the sun; his shadow fell over my trembling flesh – he opened his powerful jaws and… and… he pooped on my joke book.
So now I don’t have any jokes. So my blog won’t be funny now. Ever.