February 8, 2007

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Chet Huntley: Good evening from Washington. I’m Chet Huntley.

David Brinkley: And I’m David Brinkley.

[together]: It’s the Huntley Brinkley Report!

CH: Tonight the Nation – Goodboys Nation, that is, is gripped by the continued mystery surrounding the incommunicado status of Goodboy Paul “Possum” Shepter, one-time champion and veteran participant of the Goodboys Invitational golf tournament, held each July, most often on Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

DB: That’s right Chet, and what seems to be most unusual about Shepter’s Marcel Marceau act is the fact that, with the exception of fellow Goodboy Mike “Vegas” Clark, he’s the Goodboy who lives the closest to the Cape, and, in fact, is rumored to be one of Clark’s closest friends.

CH: More than two weeks ago, the “Founding Fathers” of the Goodboys Invitational: Doug “The Great White Shank” Richard, Steve “Killer” Kowalski, Ben “The Funny Guy” Andrusaitis, and Pat “Doggy Duval” McLaughlin, issued formal invitations to all Goodboys who participated in the last two Goodboys Invitationals – the notable exceptions being those Goodboys previously known as “El Dandito” and “Crusher”, whose wishes for anonymity and a sabbatical from future Goodboys proceedings were unanimously granted.

DB: That’s right, Chet, and since that time, three Goodboys have responded in the affirmative: Ron “Cubby” Myerow, Kevin “Goose” Dwyer, and Mike “Vegas” Clark. Following Clark’s announcement that he would indeed be a part of this year’s field, it was naturally assumed that Possum’s affirmative would follow shortly thereafter, but the only sound they’ve heard emanating from those parts since is crickets chirping, which has left the “Founding Fathers” befuddled, to say the least.

CH: And speaking of the “Founding Fathers”, David, the city of Las Vegas is buzzing with anticipation at the Goodboys’ arriving there this weekend for their third annual mid-winter getaway. Word has it The Great White Shank is scheduled to arrive there later today to make sure city authorities have all necessary planning and preparations under control for the others’ arrival tomorrow. Seems the city will really be rolling out the red carpet for the ‘Boys this year, with its hotels filled to the max, and sports personalities and celebrities arriving from all over to greet them.

DB: Um, Chet, I hate to tell you, but those preparations and crowds you speak of have nothing to do the Goodboys’ visit. It just so happens it coincides with the NBA All-Star Game, also scheduled for this weekend.

CH: Hmm… well, speaking for myself, I can hardly wait to hear what happens the first time the Goodboys enter a henway this year.

DB: What’s a henway, Chet?

CH: About five pounds. [chuckles] Gotcha!

DB: [laughing] That’s a knee-slapper, Chet, you always get me on that one!

CH: You know what I like best about Las Vegas, David? It’s that you can still get a $4.95 steak dinner at the Ellis Island Casino coffee shop.

DB: Wasn’t it there, Chet, that we made that humiliation bet during Game 2 of the 1966 World Series, that you’d wear one of Connie Stevens‘ brassieres over your business suit and order a Shirley Temple at the men’s-only bar if Willie Davis made more than two errors in any one inning during that game? Boy, that was pretty funny, you being wrestled to the ground by the security staff after the umpire charged Davis with his third error in the 5th inning after an errant throw to third. What a howl! Now that’s what I call a humilation bet!

CH: [clears throat]

DB: Well, that about sums it up for this Thursday, February 8th, 2007. To summarize, a Goodboys A.P.B. has been issued for an incommunicado “Possum” Shepter, and it’s expected they’ll be issuing it from the cozy confines of Las Vegas over cocktails sometime tomorrow. And that’s it from here. Good night, Chet.

CH: Good night, David.

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February 7, 2007

…but I do know that every time I’ve heard this piece played – whether it be on some British Airways commercial, or in a movie (among others, it was in The American President, a movie I’ve always been fond of, BTW), or on some classical music station, I’ve always wondered: what the heck is the name of that tune, and what opera did it come from?

…BTW, good luck if you ever hear a piece you really like on a classical music station and try to get the name of it from the DJ. For one thing, if it isn’t some obscure title like “Rondelet in A Flat Minor on a Wednesday Evening While Eating Danish in Prague” or something like that, he/she always speaks so softly and soothingly, as if we’re all part of some est graduate program. Just once, I’d like to hear a classical station where the DJ says something like:

OK, cats and chicks! On with the platters that matter. Here’s a golden oldie from the 17th century by that old master Ludwig von what’s-his-name! – you know, like the dog in that Charles Grodin movie! Right here on YOUR station for ALL the best classical, W-Classic-L-S! Comin’ at ya!…”

…but I digress. Anyways, this morning I’m lounging in bed when that tune comes on the radio, and, since the classical station here in Phoenix provides a playlist you can refer back to at any time for just that reason, after noting the time it was played I was able to find out (and maybe I’m the last person in the world to know this) that the piece is called “Flower Duet” from Leo Delibes’ opera, “Lakme”. In the opera – a love story set in 19th century India (one that, BTW, like every other opera I’ve heard of [except, I think, “The Nutcracker”] ends tragically), this duet is sung by the lead (Lakme) and her serving girl, Mallika, as they prepare to bathe in the sacred stream that runs in front of their house. (Kinda erotic, dontcha think?)

And, come to find out, not only is the music beautiful, but the lyrics (sung in French), when translated into English, are equally gentle, picturesque, and moving as well:

Under a thick dome of white jasmine
With the roses entwined together
On a river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning

Gently floating on its charming risings
On the river’s current
On the shining waves
One hand reaches
Reaches for the bank
Where the spring sleeps and
The bird, the bird sings.

Under a thick dome of white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!

Under a thick dome of white jasmine
With the roses entwined together
On a river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Let us descend together
Gently floating on its charming risings,
On the river’s current
On the shining waves,
One hand reaches,
Reaches for the bank,
Where the spring sleeps,
And the bird, the bird sings.

Under a thick dome of white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!

Like most people, I guess, I’m not much for opera, but this truly is a lovely piece, and, given that the opera it comes from is one rarely performed nowadays (if at all), if you want to hear it in its entirety, you have to buy the performance on CD. The one KBAQ played this morning is from this one, and I can tell you that the performance is enchanting.

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February 6, 2007

Bloggers, that is. So says Michael Keren, a professor on the faculty of communications and culture at the University of Calgary, and author of “Blogosphere: The New Political Arena”. Here are some excerpts from an article resulting from an interview he did with Bill Graveland of the Canadian Press (my boldings):

“Bloggers think of themselves as rebels against mainstream society, but that rebellion is mostly confined to cyberspace, which makes blogging as melancholic and illusionary as Don Quixote tilting at windmills”, the author says.

“In this world of blogging, which the whole world can read, you have a personal expectation about a readership that’s just not there for the millions of bloggers who are writing their personal feelings.”

Keren praises the Internet as a great place for self-expression, but he also suggests that blogs often have the opposite effect by creating feelings of loneliness for those who aren’t lucky enough to reach “celebrity” status.

“Many of us end up like Father McKenzie in the ‘Eleanor Rigby’ Beatles song, who is writing a sermon that no one is going to hear,” he suggests. “Some of us are going to be embraced by the mainstream media, but the majority of us remain in the dark, remain in the loneliness.”

In his book, Keren follows the blogs of nine individuals, including a Canadian woman living in the woods in a cabin in Quebec. She discusses her identity through stories about her two cats.

“One day one of the cats dies and the whole blogosphere becomes crazy about the death of this cat, and what happens is she gets a community of support which is not real.

These are people with nicknames who express enormous support, but they can disappear in the next minute and they are not real, and she remains lonely in the end.”

Hmm. There’s so much here it’s difficult to know where to start. Of course, every person is entitled to their own opinion, but with all due respect to Professor Keren, I say, ‘speak for yourself!’. The blogosphere, like the Internet, is simply a reflection of society where people blog for any number of reasons. While I have no doubt that there are those who blog because they have no other means of self-expression, or are lonely, or long to be the next Glenn Reynolds, Daily Kos, or The Anchoress, my guess is that most are like yours truly – they enjoy writing and blogging serves as an outlet for that enjoyment.

Speaking for myself, I’ve found that blogging is, more often than not, something that is simply fun to do, a better alternative than sitting on the couch and watching bad TV at night, an outlet for self-expression, and something that (at least for me) demands a certain amount of discipline to think and write both cohesively and concisely – something that’s always been a challenge. Do I use this blog as an occasional means to bear my soul? Sure, why not? But it’s not because I’m stuck in some basement all day wearing pajamas and avoiding human interaction. I suppose if that’s all one’s blog amounted to, it would be a very tedious thing to write (and read) over time, indeed.

When I started this blog a year ago, I deliberately chose not to worry about the number of hits this site gets each day (actually, it’s a heck of a lot more than I ever dreamed it would be) and weigh the value of my work by the number of comments I received. Sometimes I write seriously, sometimes the subject matter is more whimsical, but either way, my primary goal has always been to make certain whatever gets posted is never boring. If people get some small enjoyment out of it, all the better.

Going back to the professor’s comment about the response the woman blogger received after one of her cats died: to say whether the ‘community of support’ one receives is real or not based on the means by which that support is communicated is a pretty cynical observation. (You’d think a professor of communication would, more than anyone, understand that.) While there’s no way to tell from Graveland’s article, my guess is that Professor Keren is probably not a very religious or even spiritual person. Because if he was, he would know that any form of expression of support, be it a simple note sent to someone, a comment on a blog, or a prayer said for someone that, like my friend Jana is wont to say, goes out ‘into the universe’, all have their own impact in some way.

There are many reasons why people blog, and my guess is that one of the subconscious reasons behind it all is that, as a result of our increasingly mobile (and therefore, stressful) society, the rules of intimacy and interpersonal relationships are all being rewritten. Is it good or bad? Who’s to say. But I know that blogging in this space has resulted in friendships with people far from here that I otherwise would never have met. Do they replace my family and my so-called ‘traditional’ friendships? Absolutely not. If it were, that would be a sad thing indeed! But I don’t think that’s the case for the vast majority of bloggers out there who consider blogging an art form, fun, or just another means to get your voice out there in a society already drowning in noise.

(BTW, as for the nickname, I’ve had it for years. It’s just one of the many ‘benefits’ of being a member of Goodboys Nation. And believe me, compared to some of the others, it could be a hell of a lot worse. And, as for Keren’s comment about bloggers being ‘rebels against mainstream society’, all I can say is [as both my mom and my good friend Dona will attest], I was a rebel against the mainstream long before I ever considered blogging!)

Hat tip: Hugh Hewitt (who, BTW, knows a thing or two about blogging in his own right).

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February 5, 2007

You know how the story goes: you’re watching TV or doing housework, or relaxing when the doorbell rings. You open it to find some friendly, polite teenager wanting to go to art school, or save for college, or win enough points to travel with his Junior Achievement group to Panama, or Europe, or something like that. Now helping this young man (or woman) is the absolute furthest thing from your mind – with the exception, perhaps, of tuning into to that Big Break IV showdown on The Golf Channel, cleaning the top of that refrigerator that hasn’t been touched in three years, or finally getting the courage to open up every tin-foiled item in your freezer case to see what leftovers you forgot about months ago, but you’ve got a few dollars in your checking account, and you want to do right thing, so you quickly pick out three or four magazine subscriptions, write the check, and send the lad or lass on their way.

And that’s when it all begins. For us, it was Tracey ordering Time, Newsweek, Conde Nast Traveler, and Vogue from some enterprising young man one Saturday afternoon.

“What did you do that for?”, says I. “Do you know what you’ve just gotten us into? We’ll never get rid of these things!”

Well, not even could have guessed what we had gotten ourselves into, but, it sure became clear before too long that we entered a whole new stream of consciousness and cultural and political thought – we had joined the rankings of the liberal elite. How do I know? I guess it was getting our first mail from Planned Parenthood in the 20+ years we’ve been married. Because we immediately found ourselves on Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano‘s “Get Out And Vote!” list. And, the greatest indignity of all, we found ourselves getting e-mail from the likes of Democratic Party Chairman Howard Dean!

Clearly, we had left behind our humble and comfortable red-state existence for the new and exciting world of 21st century American Liberalism and progressive politics. But no worries, I’m not so closed-minded as to not want to see how the other half lives. So, after 12 months of magazine subscriptions and way too many walks to the recycleable barrel, here are the top 10 things I’ve noticed since Tracey signed us up for these magazines.

10. Conde Nast Traveler readers must have a hell of a lot more disposable income than we do.
9. Subscription renewal offers “at a low, low rate!” start appearing before your current one is even half over.
8. Neither Time nor Newsweek seem to like the President or Republicans very much.
7. If Time and Newsweek were really serious about diversity, they wouldn’t share the same cover stories and reporting perspectives as they do most weeks.
6. There are more pictures in Vogue than interesting things to read.
5. …which would be OK, of course, if the models in them wore less or no clothes.
4. While Time and Newsweek are OK to browse through at the doctor’s or dentist’s office, they’re pretty thin gruel when delivered at home. You can get the gist of either of them in the time it takes to eat a sandwich and drink a glass of milk.
3. Considering how they must have made the most of the unique opportunities this country has to offer in attaining the privilege of writing for such esteemed publications, the staff writers at both Time and Newsweek seem to have very few good things to say about the U.S.A. and what it stands for.
2. Whether featured on a cover or in an advertisement, Nicole Kidman always seems to look the same.
1. With magazine subscriptions, it takes forever to get them to end. No matter what your ‘Absolutely, Positively, We Mean It This Time And We’re Not Kidding, FINAL!’ issue says – your subscription, like the Energizer Bunny, keeps going, and going, and going…

To the managing editors of each of these fine publications, I have one question to ask: like that ol’ country & western song title says, how can I miss you if you don’t go away?

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February 4, 2007

Boy, it sure feels good to hop out of a hot, steaming tub after a nice, mid-winter’s soak. Lounging there in the bubbles sure gives you time to contemplate both life and limb, and, as a result, here are some of the thoughts I have on my mind as I’m toweling off (no peeking!):

* Still wondering why this story didn’t garner more press than I think it should have. (Hat tip: Free Republic)

* Speaking of which, this one, either. (Hat tip: NRO’s Corner blog)

* OK, so the guy is opinionated, and I don’t begrudge him the ability to run for public office, but the idea of former comedy writer and failed Air America talk host Al Franken running for the Senate in Minnesota is nothing but a runaway ego run amok.

* I watched the Coen brothers’ “Fargo” last night for like the sixth time. It’s still a great movie.

* The post is a little old, but why shouldn’t this be a surprise to anyone. (Gets my early award for ‘Best Blog Post Title of the Year’, too.)

* And, regardless of what the terms ultimately are, the San Francisco Giants are fools to bring this steroid-ridden, surly, and obnoxious egomaniac back on their team. One can only hope that when he breaks Hank Aaron’s home run record this year, the only sound you’ll hear is crickets chirping.

* Anybody out there notice the days are finally started to get longer?

* Which reminds me, only two weeks before pitchers and catchers report to Fort Myers. I gotta get me a Daisuke Matsuzaka T-shirt one of these days.

* A pox on my first male-born child. I realized earlier today I’d never added Dave E.’s Fish Fear Me weblog to the Goodboys Nation blogroll. I came to know Dave when we both guest-blogged for Rob over at CrabAppleLane Blog last summer. Both he and Rob are pretty fair photographers, and Dave’s been known to frequent a cemetary or garden or two for his subject matter. Both have great blogs that I hope you’ll visit from time to time. Dave, will you forgive me?

* Last-minute Super Bowl prediction for today: Colts 38, Bears 12.

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February 3, 2007

A day of some long-overdue housekeeping (and housecleaning!) here at Goodboys Nation weblog: updating my ‘All About’ pages (beneath the Blogroll) and adding a few new links to the Blogroll (Anglo-Catholic Central, Dave E.’s Fish Fear Me, The Movable Buffet (Richard Abowitz’s fine Las Vegas blog), and Tiki Wonder. I also eliminated a couple of non-existent links.

I’m also pleased to announce the recent launchings of two Great White Shank-developed websites done for some relatives and friends:

* If you live in either Middlesex County, Massachusetts or Pinellas and Pasco counties in Florida, and are in need of anything and everything landscaping (and I be talkin’ sprinkler systems, flower beds, patio / walkway / lawn and putting green installs, rock walls, tree and yard work, waterscapes and koi ponds, Bobcat service, and mulching, pruning, and fencing), you can’t do better than my cousin Gary and his wife Lisa’s landscaping company, Affordable Landscaping.

* And for those living in northeast Massachusetts in need of expert legal advise and case handling when it comes to personal injury, bankruptcy, criminal defense, and divorce, you will not find anyone better than Ted Beauparlant at Beauparlant Law Offices.

If you’re in need of either of these services, don’t hesitate to give them a call. And don’t forget to tell them The Great White Shank sent you!

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hillary Seems the leopard feels increasingly comfortable showing her true socialist spots for all to see. This video (from a speech she made today at a Democratic National Committee gathering) is from the same person who, at a similar event more than two years ago, was quoted as saying (in all seriousness, I might add) the following (my boldings):

“Many of you are well enough off that … the tax cuts may have helped you,” Sen. Clinton said. “We’re saying that for America to get back on track, we’re probably going to cut that short and not give it to you. We’re going to take things away from you on behalf of the common good.

The oil company profits she was referring to is from this story. Of course, as Free Republic poster “cpdiii” notes in response to this post, that’s only half of the real story, for what she doesn’t tell you (indeed, doesn’t want to tell you) is that Exxon-Mobil’s profit margins are, in fact, well in line with those of other industries. What’s NOT so in line, as he points out, is the percentage of his income that already goes to taxes:

Their profit margin is 9.8%. This is a very respectable profit but much less than many other major industries. I would be absolutely delighted if all government entities taxed me at the same percentage as Exxon Mobil’s profit percentage.

My taxes are as follows:

SS 14.7% My share and my employers share combined.
Income tax 22%
State taxes and real estate taxes approximately 9%
My total percentage of direct taxes is 45.7%

What most people do not realize is that the cost of taxes of a business is included in the price of every damn thing they buy. The hidden tax on everything you buy is about 25%. Thus, your total taxes paid are actually about 10% more than the direct taxes you can see on your pay stubs and tax bills from the state, feds and local governments.

My total tax bill is thus about 55% of every dollar my wife and I make.

THAT, MRS. CLINTON, IS OBSCENE CONFISCATION OF MY MONEY. EXXON’S PROFITS ARE MINISCULE AS COMPARED TO THE PERCENTAGE OF MONEY GOVERNMENT ENTITES CONFISCATE FROM ME!

If Ms. Clinton honestly and truly believes in these kinds of social reengineering philosophies, heaven help us all should she ever be elected President.

—-

P.S. Interestingly enough, the video link from above was originally via Drudge. Mysteriously (and totally out of character for his site), both the link and its accompanying headline have been removed from his page. Almost makes you wonder what kind of pressure brought THAT change about….

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February 2, 2007

It wasn’t John “Two Americas” Edwards appearing on TV just weeks after the dust had settled on the 2006 elections to announce his intention to run for the Presidency in 2008.

…And it wasn’t media darling Barack Obama’s announcement that he too was entering the Presidential sweepstakes the day after the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday.

…Nor was it even Hillary Clinton’s smarmy Internet announcement that she was not only entering the race as well, but doing so to begin “a conversation with the American people”. Oh please. (BTW, look closely and you’ll see that her announcement had obviously been filmed several months prior to broadcast; she’s seen sitting on a couch in front of a window with the trees behind her in full summer splendor!)

No, it wasn’t any of these events that made me realize the 2008 election season had begun in earnest. What was it, you ask? It was the Democrats once again returning to their old reliable playbook and dragging out the race card.

I should have known it when I first saw Edwards making his announcement in front of a group of African-American children in post-Katrina New Orleans – you know, that poster child for everything Democrats accuse those mean and heartless Beltway Republicans of ignoring when it comes to race and race relations.

Then, I began to notice the mainstream dino-media starting their oh-so-predictable echoing of Democratic Party talking points whenever possible: the nun seeking to stop the federal government from razing four low-income housing projects no longer deemed fit for habitation; Obama complaining that President Bush had (gasp!) neglected to mention New Orleans in last week’s State of the Union speech (the horror!); then, to top it off, none other than Mayor Ray “floating schoolbuses” Nagin, complaining that “he doesn’t see evidence of ‘the will to really fix New Orleans’.”

If the Democrats and their cohorts in the media weren’t so predictable about this, it would all be so outrageous and beyond the pale.

Never mind the fact that soon after Edwards made his announcement pledging to work to eradicate the gap between the poor and the well off, he moved into his brand-spanking new $6 million dollar, 28,200 square foot mansion situated on a measly 102-acre estate in Orange County, North Carolina. (Hat tip: Dean at Hugh Hewitt)

And never mind the fact that, as it turns out, there’s plenty of dinero there for New Orleans, it’s just that the city hasn’t completed the proper paperwork to start it flowing. And how do we know that? From this AP article by Michael Kunzelman following Nagin’s appearance before the Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee (ironically headlined, “Mayor says New Orleans shortchanged”). Forget the headline, or even the picture accompanying it. Instead, look several paragraphs down into the story – right after Nagin’s whining – and we find out what’s really going on:

As of Jan. 18, the Federal Emergency Management Agency had agreed to pay $334 million for infrastructure repairs in New Orleans, but Louisiana had forwarded only $145 million to the city. State officials have said city leaders failed to provide required documentation, which Nagin called cumbersome.

Cumbersome indeed. Nothing like paperwork and the need for – how you say it? – accountability getting in the way of making sure the taxpayers’ money is spent wisely, eh Mr. Mayor? But then again, it’s all the Republicans’ fault, isn’t it?

Look, this is not to say that Republican politicians don’t have their own issues when it comes to credibility and speaking out of both sides of their mouths. I just wish politicians on both sides of the aisle would get serious about the serious issues facing this country, like securing our borders, Social Security reform, and keeping American jobs from going overseas. The Democrats can talk all they want about wanting to move the country in a new direction, but playing the same old and tired race card does them no favors, for it reveals them to not only be partisan and predictable, but hypocritical as well.

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February 1, 2007

Seems as if each day brings new and wonderful surprises from the mailbox and our mail delivery.

* Reading-wise, Simon Winchester’s A Crack in the Edge of the World, about the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake, was an excellent read and helped pass the time on a very long 5-hr. flight from Massachusetts to Phoenix this past New Year’s Eve. So good, in fact, that I ordered his Krakatoa: The Day the World Exploded: August 27, 1883, and am looking forward to enjoying it as much as I did his other one.

* John Kelly’s The Great Mortality: An Intimate History of the Black Death, the Most Devastating Plague of All Time may sound like a downer of a book, but it’s not – it’s a truly fascinating read about life in the Middle Ages and the sociological, cultural, and meterological doings that led to the Black Death. It really is a page-turner.

* In my latest issue of Endless Summer Quarterly (a wonderful Beach Boys fanzine), I was interested to find out that editor-in-chief Dave Beard is not only a fellow Episcopalian, but has found great spiritual nourishment in returning to active participation in the Church and parish of his youth. Great to hear – I love reading about those kinds of happenings. God speed on your journey, David.

On the listening front, I’ve REALLY been getting heavily into Exotica music – music that seeks to capture the sounds and spirit of faraway places like the South Seas and the Far East through the heavy use of percussion, woodwinds and bird calls on top of mallet instrument (vibraphone, marimba, xylophone, gongs, etc.) and jazzy piano arrangements. (More on this in a later post.) This latest craze has been fed by the following musical selections:

* Martin Denny – The Exciting Sounds of Martin Denny: Exotica/Exotica, Vol. I & II: I don’t know whether Martin Denny or Les Baxter is considered more the “father of Exotica”, but I do know that this CD combining Denny’s two landmark albums is a must-have primer for anyone interested in hearing what Exotica sounds like. Just fabulous.

* Waitiki – Charred Mammal Flesh – Exotic Music for BBQ: My choice for CD find of the year. This Massachusetts band, to me, is the ultimate in cool, wild, and wacky exotica, with song titles and descriptions that read like a exotic drink menu at a Polynesian restaurant. It’s already my choice for TGWS CD of the year. You gotta hear it to believe it!

* Elua Kane – Ukelele Boy: We’ve been looking for another CD to compliment Moana Chang’s wonderful Boat Days in Hawaii, and, after hearing a number of selections by this group played on SIRIUS radio, I knew it was the perfect find. Male group vocals doing happy Hawaiian music – how can you beat that? Put Chang’s CD and this together in the ol’ CD player, hit shuffle, head out to the tiki bar, and enjoy your favorite boat drink.

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