Jumat, 26 Desember 2008

eGRINCH FOR CHRISTMAS


To Customer Service at a company that is presumably laughing all the way to the bank:

I bought a lamp from you way back when you began your company. A modest start, selling reading lamps from your home. Back before the Internet, email, online ordering and all this fancy stuff you now hustle.

This lamp was "guaranteed for life." When it died you refused to replace it. I was instructed to ship it to you at my expense, and it would be repaired, "if possible." I decided it was not worth the additional hassle. I'd wasted time and money and not been satisfied, so I tossed the lamp and decided to never deal with you again.

This year, somehow, I landed on your email list.  I should have just cancelled the unsolicited mailings, which praise your firm's expanded product list of "tools" designed to satisfy my "passion for reading" and feature nice pictures with seductive ad copy.

My biggest mistake was purchasing my one Christmas present for myself this year from YOU. I spent more on it than I did back in the 80s for the lamp -- at least the lamp worked for a while. And even more money to assure delivery by the holiday. 

The package arrived here in Hawaii on Dec. 24. The shipping box was way too large for the item, but it did have your company name all over it. The inflated packing material, doubtless more expensive since it also bore your company name, "protected" a glossy cardboard box with a matching faux silk ribbon. Inside, the item was wrapped in a soft gray cloth. I still have no idea of what that was for; it has no apparent function other than to further drive up the cost.

I finally got to my item: AL8670 LTR TQ Circa Bookcloth notebook,  Letter - Turquoise. This shoddy, overpriced thing would be a joke, if not for my disappointment. I still have not resolved whether I am more upset with myself for being a gullible sucker, or if I am more incensed by the false manner in which this item was represented in your eTrade catalog.

Its main "feature," a bit of elastic supposed to keep things in order, is stitched into the back of the notebook in a position where it is IMPOSSIBLE TO FUNCTION AS ADVERTISED.

There is some sort of a vinyl-like tab, with Velcro, attached to the back. I have NO idea of what it is, since it is too small to use as a latch or serve any purpose.

When I turned the page of additional material being pitched to me, it tore out of the book. The materials are cheap. I have seen similar notebooks at the Marukai 99-Cent Store in the Windward Mall in Kaneohe, which sells Made In China merchandise of the same shoddy type for much less money.

The front pocket is too tight to function. The back cover is wasted: it has nothing to offer, working or not. If there is a “pen loop,” is also too tight to function. The “synthetic” material makes 1950s plastic seem elegant in comparison.

This experience has flamed my passion all right. It has motivated me to spend this time on the morning after Christmas WARNING would-be buyers about your overpriced, mega hyped products. They are obviously advertised in a manner to appeal to gullible, wannabe writers. As a professional writer, that just adds insult to the injury self-inflicted on my own self-judgment.

I should have learned the first time -- based on my bad experience years ago with YOU, when humans, not computers, dealt with your customers -- that your company is mostly all talk and has little useful, let alone economical, merchandise to offer. Perhaps you can use some of that fanciful prose to advise me how to return this junk, get my hard-earned money back and my name off your mailing lists, forever. OK, you want feedback? 

The only thing appropriate about my Christmas gift to myself this year is that it is consistent with the greed, incompetence and deceit of many of this country’s firms, who think they can hoodwink the dumbed down U.S. consumer.

If one person reads this note and is prevented from throwing away good money by investing in your overpriced, overrated products, then perhaps something good will have come of my HOLIDAY NIGHTMARE, for which you are 100% responsible.

Karmic Kalikimaka to YOU!

I know, I know, it is ultimately MY fault.  Fall for the line, prepare to be hooked.

Selasa, 23 Desember 2008

MAHALO, WORLD!

WhodaguyHawaii.com on December 23, 2008, 6:30 pm HST

THANKS FOR LISTENING & HAPPY HOLIDAYS
The Crew streaming Hawaiian music around the Internet, 
around the clock, from Kaneohe, Oahu, says Hauoli Makahiki Hou

Senin, 22 Desember 2008

LONNIE HENDERSON, BEST FRIEND

Mike Deshales and Lonnie on a cruise last winter.

LONNIE HENDERSON 
August 11, 1921 ~ December 10, 2008

My former roommate passed away a few weeks back.  Living in Paradise is the easy excuse for missing funerals. Three for me since Thanksgiving, all in Southern California, where the only thing I've truly missed since the day I left in 1997 was being able to drive around and visit my friends.

Lonnie was one of two octogenarians I've kept up with through this year. My friend Bill Mouzis, a sturdy Greek, is alive in the Valley and celebrating having an anti-Bush letter published in the San Fernando Valley Daily News.  My friend Don McDiarmid, Jr.,  a jolly Irishman, who also hit the 86-year mark (and a 60th anniversary) in 2008, is hanging in at his home in Kailua, surrounded by the stuff you would imagine in the hale of the godfather of Hawaiian music. 

With each passing year I appreciate more the Wise Men who've befriended me since before I was out on the street.  Lonnie knew more about that than anyone in my life.  Aloha, brother, I know you are smiling.  Save me a piece of chicken.

Jumat, 12 Desember 2008

AT A LOSS, AGAIN

For those of you paying attention, a giant storm hit our island on Wednesday.  Much damage. Up here on our Kaneohe hill we lost power beyond our ability to keep the website audio online to the server, near Disneyland.  

Took down the Christmas music when we go it back up streaming.  Now rebooting some of the Best Of  2007 Shows, most of which I am hearing for the first time.  Different trip, hosting them and doing the tech stuff, from kicking back and listening on a fine system.

Try it sometime.  The temperature is 72 degrees, I'm typing in my shorts, windows open, looking out at K-Bay.  I cain't even relate to what I see on the news about weather elsewhere, those of your reading this in frozen climes or in earth-warmed years.  Where do all the blogged electrons go? Brrr.  Maybe Rams get HOT this week.

Sabtu, 22 November 2008

FROM BARRY'S HONOLULU HOOD

THANKS for your interest in our book, coming soon:
OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama?

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JOHN F. KENNEDY
May 29, 1917 ~ November 22, 1963

Selasa, 18 November 2008

DEAD AIR AFTER 498 DAYS

                                   John Kirkley photo

My head has been into assembling
OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama? 
 since July, when I received a contract from 

TRADE PUBLISHING COMPANY
Honolulu, Hawaii
(808) 848-0711

While working on it since then, Whodaguy Hawaii.com has run online without a major break in service since July 7, 2007.  That is 16 months uninterupted operation,  around the clock, around the world.  In every U.S. state and over 40 other countries. Our blend of Hawaii's authentic music and  artist interviews, is heard nowhere else but here.  I repeat, NO OTHER AUDIO MEDIUM. (Hmmm? Why not visit Hawaii online, till you get here?)

Not even on the HAPLESS MERGED SATELLITE NETWORKS who complain about no "new" "product."

Well,  if we are back up when you read this and hear the site: YOU TELL ME: Not bad for NO GOVERNMENT (U.S., State or City & County) OR COMMERICIAL SUPPORT,  huh.  Just me and a little help from the most TALENTED friends in the worlds.  (See CREDITS.  And everyone does it manuwahi, Hawaiian style.)

Meanwhile, thanks - MAHALO - to Ernie Nearman, Ed Kanoi,  Greg Ogonowsky, Kevin Gershan, Michi Moore, Lance Momoki, all THE MUSICIANS and many others, who keep THE SOUNDS (you can hear them, simple, try it)  going while I get OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama? on the press ... and come up for air. 
 
I don't think Mel Karmazin  did anything creative or amazin' when I was in Los Angeles. His kind (usually not talent  guys, just salesmen)  are OUT OF TOUCH WITH REALITY.  And that was the old, 20th Century reality. I don't need to pay no limo to ride, and NOBODY pay nobody else to listen to SOUNDS in my ride or in the house

While corporate radio airheads blew up the industry, and let technology take its course -- like steel, airlines, publishing, automobile and other former bulwarks of the U.S. ECONOMY  like "broadcasting" once was, stagnate, these high paid wusses huff and puff and wring their hands and sit on their okole. 

While Karmazin floats around in his doomed bubble, I sit here barefoot, looking out at beautiful Kaneohe Bay, losing no money, doing something cool.  This comes from my living room, while I write a book, living on Social Security.  Only in America.

My name is Ron Jacobs.  I don't just BLOG OFF about radio -- I got something ALL ITS OWN STREAMING AROUND THE PLANET RIGHT NOW -- if there is no more dead air.

Hey, YOU ARE COOL WITH OBAMA -- 
unless he puts someone  
from Punahou in to run the FCC.


Senin, 10 November 2008

100 OBAMA SPOTS ON O'AHU


From OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama?
Main Map, with 100 O Points of Interest on O'ahu,
The island of his birth, on August 4, 1961

Selasa, 04 November 2008

OBAMA WINS! First Headline

Posted at 12:01 a.m., November 4, 2008
From OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama?
By Ron Jacobs
COMING SOON!

Jumat, 24 Oktober 2008

Sabtu, 18 Oktober 2008

"OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama?"

OBAMALAND: Who Is Barack Obama?

The latest book by RON JACOBS, from Trade Publishing, Honolulu, HI
Release Date: November 2008

Minggu, 05 Oktober 2008

THREE MORE TUESDAYS TO GO


I have been working on the Barack Obama book project for months.  All are trying to make the package as exciting as the subject. Working now with more intensity as news breaks faster in new electronic media time.  The outlook for the election is upredictable. I promised Kini Popo to be pau on deadline.  Kini Popo is the book's publisher. He was the first person to appear on Honolulu televison, 1952. He owns and run Trade Publishing Co., Ltd., which has been in Kalihi since this was the Territory of Hawaii. I selected Popo--his real name is Carl Hebenstreit--I picked his firm for OBAMALAND, ultimately, because it is located on Mokauea Street, between Democrat and Republican streets.


The enterprise is of such consequence that I'm Sunday blogging in the Fifth Week of the NFL 2008-09 season. Anything posted today, of consequence, was probably written by pros (who do so for fun), professionals (for money and more) and Ken Levine, who can blog and savor the Dodgers at the same time. And who knows what reads what, and when, as the blogosphere is on course to envelope the Big Election For President.

Our scheduled publication date is November 5, 2008. The thing is being Made In America.  But, on Oahu, where slow is sometimes cool.  Living here, who can resist the ocean, the sun, the surf .... know what I mean? 

We citizens of the youngest state sometimes call ourselves Hawaiians.  Actually, there are Native Hawaiians and there's the rest of us fortunate--lucky-- to he here. I see out the window, as I type this, the home of the largest Marine base outside of North America, (amongst all members of the U. S. Armed Forces stationed in Hawaii, who we all feel are being given a rotten deal for their heroism.) Indeed, if anyone feels no Aloha here, then someone with some, can drive you to Honolulu International Airport.

There goes the last weekend to relax.  Rams can't lose when they don't play. Barack Obama ... All the Way!

 I predict that on January 20, 2008, 
Barack Obama will be elected the first
Hawaiian President of the United States.

One thing is guaranteed:
 Hauoli La Hanau ... Happy 50th Birthday
H A W A I I
August 21, 2009
Ua Mau Ke Ea O Ka 'Aina I Ka Pono

Kamis, 18 September 2008

TO THE ANONYMOUS COMMENTER

Welcome and aloha to OBAMALAND, winning intern:
YIXIN YAN from Queens, New York.

Would the person who left the Comment on September 16, 2008 at 3:18 PM please contact rj@hawaii.rr.com. I would like to include your thoughts in the OBAMALAND book. I will not run anonymous, non-attributed material. I'm sure you can understand.  It's a book about one Punahou keiki o 'ka aina, assembled by another Punahou keiki o 'ka aina from 20 years before. 
I try not to tabulate Comments. Grabbing the message is what counts, not keeping score. Buried in the book, I blog when time permits, and when there is something to be said. Your Comment says it all, but it comes from yet another pair of eyes, much mana and like everything about this project, the most intense cross-media rip I've attempted. Therefore, it should include text from a Comment to a blog entry about OBAMA'aina.

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  We designed this site to be more HEARD than SEEN. 
Hele on to REAL Hawaiian music, streaming live from our 
living room studio in the Ko'olau Mountains, in Kane'ohe, O'ahu, Hawai'i.

Selasa, 16 September 2008

TIME (OUT) FOR SOME FOOTBALL

Took some time OFF.  After a 19-hours stretch working on my next book, OBAMALAND, I watched the Tivo'd Monday Night Football game, Dallas-Philadelphia.

The book is the most intense project I've ever attempted. Only the NFL can pull me away. I am absorbed in the final stretch. Putting the book to bed. Ah, the Church of the NFL teaches that there is always hope, and prayer, and flickering. a light, to keep the faith.

Veteran hard core pro football fans put loyalties aside when a masterpiece breaks out. Particularly when one's favorite team's finishes Week One as the only of 32 teams to go without a touchdown. They finally score one in Week Two. Two next week? Three the week after that! By Week Five the Rams might score 28 points in a game. Two games went beyond our wildest fantasies. 

The Denver-San Diego game turned on as bad a Zebra Fuckup as I've ever seen. Not called by a really good referee, it saw the home team turn an inexcusable penalty call into one of the great ballsy play calls of all time. Only twice before in league history (which began in 1920) has a team won a NFL game on a two-point conversion. Mike Shanahan did. And after reading the fine book, SIX SECONDS OF PANIC, in which little Stefan Fatsis attempts to learn the game as no journalist has. He tries for two seasons, looking for a team that will allow him to try out as a place kicker. He was one in high school. The Broncos casually give him a shot.

Our image of their head coach, Mike Shannan deepens and changes. He took a chance on Fatsis. The outcome could have blown up in his face. It didn't. SIX SECONDS OF PANIC became a best-selling, future classic sports book.

Can you believe that it was just 18 days ago when Barack Obama rocked the same Mile High stadium, with his sell out crowd of fanatics and believers screaming over the hard fought victory. The Bronco-Charger game could be a metaphor for the Democratic Convention, which basked in the alohaglow of Hawaii's Favorite Son on August 28.  What happend on that same Invesco Field outshone all the NFL games that followed a fortnight later. And Obama is the VIP of America's biggest political game. Bigger than Brett Favre. Or any rock, or move, or any sports star. He has replaced Muhammed Ali as the most famous person on the planet.

It was of the best Monday Night Football games I've ever seen. And I've been watching them since Season One.  Last night's sphincter-shredding Eagle loss to the Cowbays (in spite of action comic hero play by its heroes Donovan McNabb and Brian Westbrook) made Dallas owner Jerry Jones as happy as if he'd ben elected Emperor of Football.

I'd almost ride in a plane to have seen the Divisional Rematch, in Philly. It is the last game of the season, in the Final Week. And what of the world champs, the New York Giants? Yesterday's game resulted in their top passer, runner and receiver leading the NFL stats for the day. How often does that happen? When a team plays against something as bad as the 2008 St. Louis Rams they always look great. And ESPN's pronouncement that the NFC East, "is the toughest conference in any sport" is impossible to deny at this early part of the season.

Except for watching three pro football games, I'm full time into our man from Oahu, which is OBAMALANDBarack Obama, to win his race after the Cowboys and Eagles go at it again. His ends on November 4th, date of the 2009 US Presidential Election. I am in full Colonel Parker-Vince Lombardi mode. We're putting everything into our book about Obama's first 18 years. He was born here in Honolulu and, except for a short time in Africa, he grew up here. A member of the Punahou class of 1979, he left later that year for college. 

But do you know the rest of the story? Of his roots here in the 'ainathe 50th State? Win or lose, you will learn an audacious story from our little island in the middle of the
Pacific, OBAMALAND.  We're aiming to release the book two weeks before the election. So bye bye blog. Hello manuscript.

What a 12 months its been. And the next Super Bowl winner and our new President are still unknown. Everyone has some sort of opinion about everything. But, with my crashing deadline, I have only one thing on my mind.  Focus. Finish. On time.  We've been getting ready since the start of summer. Let's kick off with a winning effort. OBAMALAND will illuminate the many things proven when Obama closes strong -- and wins it all.

Minggu, 14 September 2008

PAU HANA OBAMA



First day off  in weeks. Time to bag off.  Sebring (thank you, Art Astor!) rolling Kailua. Talk story. Score, new friends. PAU HANA! PARTY TIME! Having a good time. Wish you were here? Hey, it's better than you know.  If you ever get to come, give it up and go with real Hawaii. 

Online now: Best Whodaguy Shows Of 2007.  
Wherever you are :::  Click and hear our home state,  Hawaii.  
Turning 5o Years Old Next Year.

The Planet's Only Hawaiian
NO TOURIST ZONE 
Tune in, turn on, nudge your speaker, or better, earphones.  
Until you can  touch this precious place in the middle of the Mighty Pacific 
CLICK IT.
Komo mai!

       H A W A I I  L O C A L  B O Y S 
Pau Hana, Imua Obama

 The  Lilipuna Guava 
 Greg "The Picker"Martin (Kailua)
Ron "Time Out" Jacobs (Waikiki) 
Mark "The Surge" Yasuda (Kailua)

"Please, Lord,"
I pray each day: 
""If I can't be Jesus, 
Can I play quarterback?"

Senin, 08 September 2008

OBAMA TO A "T"

This is the Crew Only shirt, made up for those collaborating with me on my latest book, OBAMALAND. It is the story of another fellow who was born in Honolulu and attended Punahou School.  As fate would have it, young Barry was in high school during the four years I returned home to Hawaii and did mornings on KKUA Radio.  That's where WHODAGUY was born.

Copyright 2009 OBAMALAND Inc. & Trade Publishing Co. Honolulu, HI
I am an old person putting in ridiculously long hours to finish the book on deadline, which is roaring up. It is being published worldwide by Trade Publishing Company, which, believe it or not, is located in Kalihi...between Democrat and Republican Streets.

More info about book and other items we are developing will be posted on this blog, as time permits.  There's been a tremendous amount of support for OBAMALAND, from my old and new friends: Among them, Photographers, Archivists, Writers, Map Makers, Poets, Painters, Wood Block Makers, Researchers, Friends & Relatives of Sen. Obama, the Folks at Trade Publishing and so many more.  Needless to say, we are all so very proud of our Number One Native Son.

IMUA OBAMA 2008!

Rabu, 03 September 2008

HAWAII SEVEN-ONE

Thanks to everyone for the good cheer on another birthday. No  time to blog. Working on next book, OBAMALAND USA about fellow islander, Punahou kid (1979) and former KKUA listener, BARACK OBAMA, the next Prez of the USA.  That's me yesterday in front of the Kailua Beach house where he hung out three weeks ago.  Soaked up some Hawaiian sun, surfed and sucked up da strawberry shave ice. This son of Oahu, the first African-American to be nominated by a major political party is a Democrat. Hawaii LOVES da guy, no ka oe!  

Joaquin Siopack photo. 
Copyright 2008, OBAMALAND Inc. & Trade Publishing Company, Honolulu, HI.

Jumat, 15 Agustus 2008

HEAVYWEIGHT, HAWAIIAN STYLE

Neil Abercrombie is proof that all politicians aren't scum, scammers or scandalous sociopaths.

He's one of those "Coast haole" who arrived here along with statehood--50 years ago-- next year. Neil slid right in. 

Today's discussion ranged all over the place, given our mutual proclivity to converse with the abandon of bungee jumpers cursed with blind faith. Will we always land with our head in one piece and a coherent thought to show for the trip? 

When Hawaii's senior congressman gets wound up, he turns CSPAN into a verbal MMA. And I can almost hang in with him myself, having managed to feed my mouth while running it hard since I dropped out of high school and became a deejay at the age of 17.

About that time, Honorable Mr. Abercrombie was freezing in his hometown, near Buffalo, NY, but keeping hot with the first rock'n'roll song to hit Top 40 radio, "Rock Around The Clock" by Bill Haley & The Comets.

So, though we knew it not back then, the lawmaker and I had, and still do, share much in common. We both love Barack, loathe Bush and vilify victimless criminal crime sentences. We're a pair of hirsute, anti-war, hippie throwbacks, quite content with Old School pursuits like reading books, grooving to Hawaiian ki ho'alu guitar music, sucking on see moi and going nuts with nostalgia over anything about this island that predates our septuagenarian souls. But rattle our cage and it's another matter--and pulse rate--entirely. In a Tag Team Talk Tussle, I'd choose Neil as a partner right at the coin toss. If he's in town.

It's one thing to drop into D.C. by train along the "Eastern corridor."  Or jet in from a time zone or two away.  Each one way trip to or from his offices spans an ocean, a continent and even greater gap in culture, sensibilities, societal surges and, most of all, just about every climate condition known to your most finicky weather person.  From white sand to driven snow, from shave ice (with syrup, in a cone) to roads so frozen they can spin you faster than a lobbyist on jet skees. 

In D.C. they have the Redskins. In Waikiki we have the tan skins. Over there it's the Washington Monument as erect testimony to soaring egos and cerbral balls. Close by a high cliff on Molokai stands that ancient symbol of organic Viagra, the Phallic Rock of Namanhoa

Congressman Abercrombie's trusted corner man and isle media war vet, Randy Obata, provided me a list of the congressman's favorite local artists. When the dialog got a bit too rowdy, the songs float by like swans in a tsunami. Speaking of storms, the political storms. Neil swears this will be his Last Washington Waltz in. Maybe Randy will replace him in our nation's capital. In the White House. To listen to him talk, he'd just come home to his lovely wife Nancy and their home up in Manoa Valley. He'd love to get a day job as skipper of his "own" tug.

I've followed Neil's career since I came back home in 1976. He's the rare Mainlander who slid  into the local politcal puddle but did not get sucked under. Or suckered into the more byzantine behavior of Beretania Street bureaucrats. Unlike the view from afar, this ain't no lazy tropical isle inhabited by coconut crackers, mai tai mixers and stoned surfers. Yeah, there once was a time, back in the day when a nut, drink or board could be quickly dealt with, without making a deal. Hawaii politics are tough. Not contact sport. It's more like cock fighting, pitting stuffed shirts threatening one another with vetoes, resolutions and contempt--of both the emotional and litigious types. 

You don't push around someone like our man Abercrombie. His hobby is bench pressing his age. Plus 200 pounds. "It's a totally pointless pursuit," he says. And at 70 he can still do it. He can easily clean up any 270-pound jerk who gets in his way on the the House floor.

Neil's pushed so hard for  constituents so hard that there's a tugboat named after him. It shoves steamships around Honolulu Harbor. Tell me your rep in Washington has one of those. For the past seven days the Man From Manoa has been pushing the candidacy of Waikiki-born and Oahu raised Barack Obama. Neal is honorary chairman of the presumptive Democratic nominee in "Barry's" home town state.

Neil spent this past week watching Barack's brood visit the average family's tourist spots. Sure, he put on shoes--Yech!--for a ritzy dinner at the Kahala Resort on Thursday. He made more friends, if that's possible, and added more kala to the budget required to combat outlandishly loathsome lies about him puked up by the opposition. (If  Obama was "taught in a Muslim school," then what were those weekly Protestant chapel services we both attended, in separate decades, at "prestigious," pricey, private Punahou, founded by Christian missionary's in 1841?)

OK, so if Sen. Obama is a liberal, then Rep. Abercrombie is a self-combusting radical. Crazed and kooky? He chairs committees that serve our servicemen, prop up the poor and help patch up this eight-year farce that's almost taken America over the edge.  The men and women serving at Marine Base Kaneohe, down the hill and across the bay, appreciate.  He got them $40 million for badly needed new barracks and housing.

Hell, some right wing "watch dog" group rated Neil's voting record a fat zero. But he must be doing something right. Rep. Abercrombie was reelected in 2006 with 69% of votes cast for the United States House of Representatives in Hawaii's First District.

The dude can bench press me! Like, my age plus 200 pounds. I invite you to take a listen to the Neil Abercrombie interview now streaming on Whodaguy Hawaii. You'll hear a real person, ladies and gentlemen.  Check out the photos on the home page. Same guy in a coat and tie the tangle of our nation's capitol, or in the aloha shirt he wore up here today in our hill country jungle. You might want to put down a few bucks on him as the next Governor of Hawaii while the odds are long for 2010.

Not that he's running for that office. In fact, not once during our visit did he mention that he's on the ballot as a candidate for the House in November. How cool is that, brah? 

Kamis, 14 Agustus 2008

BLOG IN A FOG

Da Guy & Two Bears, August 12, 2008

It's been flattering that some of you have noticed the recent dearth of blogs.

Much of this is because of the shifting priorities in my life. And my basic impatience with using a keyboard to communicate. And I have been having a good share of enjoyment in doing my usual, unpredictable, day-to-day things -- always full of mind-blowing surprises. (As the immortal Booga Booga once said: "Garans Ball Bearin's'" on that!)

I am so blessed with the three things that my dad, when he was around my age, often repeated to me. He did this so often, in a manner so frequent that it was irritating. Me? No less guilty of the same behavior. Those who know me best will confirm this in a Makawao Minute. What is important is the absolute truth in the Old Man's maxims: In life, there's nothing better than good health, trusted friends and good karma (which he called "fate.")


Shooting blank blogs is unfair to anyone who bothers to check out this spot. There's no way to really know who or how many of you there are. Posted comments have been scant. Email sent to me directly at rj@hawaii.rr.com has been interesting. Most are sublimely rewarding. Fellow trivialists continually amplify my factoid file. I try to answer, when time allows, those emails that push hot buttons or ask interesting questions.


So I apologize for this Blogospheric Dead Air. The ono audio continues to run non-stop at the home page. Positive response by users, participants and "media" continues to grow. For that, I am most grateful. Certainly more than I can express, sitting here in the flat silence of a one of the most hazy Hawaiian mornings I've ever peered out into.

Hey, I just might reappear in yet another media incarnation, so, if you care, keep your eyes and ears open.

Perhaps I can get down my takes on everything from Barack being in the hood, to the infernally contrapuntal relationship of the current Olympics to real time Reality, some sweet books, compelling TV, new friends (like Two Bears, above), old buddies (like Art Astor, "The Armenian Dick Clark"), newer nice people (like Quiet Marc Shoenitzer) and new persons (like Maika'i Pono Cummings, born Monday morning). Plus everything going on behind the scenes at the ol' web site.

Mahalo to all who do read this, or, better yet, listen to what we've been streaming, Right now I'm listening to a summer rerun of one of our very best visits, featuring my favorite local singer-songwriter, Jerry Santos, and other stuff. I haven't seen Congressman Neil Abercrombie, he will be here tomorrow. I haven't seen him this century. He's a super delegate to the Democratic convention. I will question him regarding his thoughts on the foggy VP race. And suggest all-Hawaiian Obama-Akaka ticket.

So, in a concerto of cliches, I say: "Stay tuned," "The best is yet to come," "You ain't seen (or heard) nothin' yet," "Wish you were here," "Buy American" and "Loose lips sinks ships -- but have other equally enticing applications."

Fact is, I am engaged in a new project, of an entirely different type, which has a time frame that
runs a few more months.

Now back to my less idle pursuits and some lethal pao duce (Portuguese sweet bread), baked
fresh daily in Kailua, where, about now, the cool presumptive dude is running along the beach along North Kalaheo Avenue.

A hui hou from here in bee-yoo-tee-full Hawaii, celebrating our 49th birthday on August 21, 2008.

The management reserves the right to blog at any moment, as events or whims dictate.

Rabu, 16 Juli 2008

OWANA SALAZAR

Owana Salazar (above) came by for a visit today. What a talent! Ms. Salazar plays slack key (ki ho'alu) and steel guitar. She is an excellent vocalist, hula dancer, descendant of Hawaiian royalty, student of ethnomusicology from her days of University of Manoa, mother, great conversationalist...and much more. I learned as much from her as anyone I've interviewed for either print, television or radio.

It had been a while since we'd seen each other when we met up in June at the 60th wedding anniversary of our mutual friend, Don McDiarmid, Jr., at the Mid Pacific Country Club in Lanikai, here on Oahu's windward side. Owana spent more than three hours with us, sharing her music and stories. The lady has appeared throughout the islands and internationally. Her albums have been nominated for, and won, several Hoku Na Hanohano Awards, the Hawaii version of the Grammy. One of the most noteworthy is "Hula Jazz." The music on it is pretty much as described in its title.

Owana played and sang songs, ranging from those written by her, her mom and great grandmother. And everything from traditional Hawaiian tunes to "hapa haole" songs (those with English lyrics) from the 1940s, such as "South Sea Sadie," which was written by our friend McDiarmid's father back in the 1930s. As is the case with most sophisticated vocalists, Owana's repertoire is both eclectic and electrifying. Owana performed a full range of "The Great American Songbook," from Cole Porter's "Night And Day" to a pair of Joni Mitchell classics, "Big Yellow Taxi" and "Both Sides Now." The finale of our visit is her recorded version of the timeless "Hiilawe," made popular by Gabby Pahinui, which frames "Waterfall," a song composed by none other than Jimi Hendrix.

Our chat, punctuated by her songs, covered a spectrum as wide ranging as the music. From Owana's tune, inspired on New Year's Day 2003, while driving on Maui to buy sashimi, to a heavy dialogue about the political, psychological and planetary plight of native Hawaiians, past and present. Owana has been active in local civic groups and was quite involved in the 1970s, the start of The Movement: efforts for equal rights for those Polynesians who first populated these islands. Everything changed with the arrival of British sea captain James Cook, who set ashore on the island of Kauai in 1778. The "history" taught people of my generation, schooled in Hawaii in the 1950s, glossed over much of the grim realities of the effects of European influence. (We covered this topic in great depth in our session with activist Dennis "Bumpy" Kanahele last month).

Owana is a sensitive and articulate woman of Hawaii. She has never lost touch with her roots, while being in the moment. Charming, informed and with a sparkling personality, this lady is a revelation for those who only have a romanticized, "tourist" image of what is now the 50th State. It has been said that, "Aloha means 'hello, goodbye and I love you.'" But in my mental dictionary, looking up that word conjures up the visage and vision of Owana Salazar.

I've been privileged to know and spend time with scores of our local artists. I hope you have time to experience our visit with Owana. She is no ka oi, which is a phrase used hereabouts to describe The Very Best.

For more info about this special wahine, check her out on MySpace or visit her web site: http://www.owanasalazr.com/
The Owana Salazar session currently alternates with a three-hour program of "place songs," about the Big Island of Hawaii, from the still-small town of Hilo to the twin volcanic peaks of Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa.

Selasa, 15 Juli 2008

FYI

Ain't been no blog for a bit.  Thanks to those of you who noticed.

Why no new written material?

Infernal construction has started up on adjacent property, messing with online connections.

More importantly, since this is a Mom & Pop Operation, without a Mom, even, I have been involved more than usual with the disgusting "operational and administrative" stuff. The not-so-glamorous-but-vital details required to keep the site going.

It is a Not For Profit entity.  (See "Mission Statement" link at the web site).  

Now back to the harsh realities of survival.  Hope you enjoy what is currently streaming: Visits with Melveen Leed and Ozzie Kotani, plus a music mix about the Big Island of Hawaii.

MAHALO!

RJ

Jumat, 11 Juli 2008

OZZIE KOTANI

Ozzie Kotani (left, in 2006) and I first met, back in the 70s, as members of the Hawaii Historical Bottle Collectors Club, founded in 1970. It was a relatively small group, no more than a few hundred members on all islands. At the time, things were hyperactive. It could have easily been called "hysterical" as "historical". But certainly no more dedicated group existed. I've always thought that most serious collectors are insane, since their hobby can easily take over their life. (This might make no sense, unless you are a collector of anything, or know someone who is).

I obtained many of my bottles by hustling them. Often I spent as much time on my radio show pitching for bottles to trade (or in rare instances, actually buy) as I did doing commercials and the more serious things that paid the bills.

Early on, I realized the only way to not be overwhelmed by my obsession, was to focus on a specific genre. Which is how, over the course of two decades, I accumulated the world's largest collection of Antique Hawaiian Soda Bottles. Nowadays items on the ANTIQUE ROAD SHOW might "only" be a few dozen years old. When I was a kid, the standard definition of "antique" was something at least 100 years old. That was indeed the deal with old Hawaiian bottles, which, when research became more sophisticated, were dated as far back as the 1840s.

Given how much more the dollar was worth compared with today's plummeting "buck," some of the rarest bottles became expensive items. The amber colored, multi-side Hawaiian Soda Company bottle (right) once sold for over $1000, before more were unearthed, thus lowering their value.

There are two types of bottles, the original hand-made type, known as BIMAL (blown in mold, applied lip--what a phrase!) and ABM (automatic bottling machine). Bottles were made individually until the advent of machines, which went into production in the early 1920s. I could go on. And on. And on, about the details of all this, various trivia I accumulated over the years. I'll just wrap up this bottle bit with a few more facts about Hawaiian bottles, specifically those that contained "soda pop".

The value of most anything collectible is determined by two basic factors: Rarity and condition. Assembling a collection of Hawaiian bottles was a touch and go affair back when Ozzie Kotani and I met up. Unlike stamps, coins, sports cards and other items where the quantity made is known and indexed, no one for sure knew exactly how many bottles were made for use in the islands. (None of them were made here; the various components of glass, are not endemic to Hawaii). So all the bottles, whether made to contain milk, perfume, opium (from Asia), prescription drugs and, of course, soda. were imported. Most came from North America. Anyway, as should now be obvious, for that time of my life I was totally into collecting every soda bottle made for, and used in Hawaii. A thin volume, "Hawaiian Bottles of Long Ago" by Rex Elliot, published in 1971, was the only clue to what was made. After nearly a decade, dedicate local collector, Steve Gould, published a large-format, much expanded version of the book. It is the most comprehensive information available in one place about the subject, complete with a section of color plates that picture some of the most exotic specimens.

That book, however, deals only with BIMAL bottles. Hard facts about machine bottles are difficult to pinpoint. Didn't matter to me. I collected anything made of glass, which contained local brands of soda, through 1959, the year Hawaii became a state. Ozzie Kotani, on the other hand, collected anything "old" that caught his eye. He also spent most of his time in the field, actually digging, diving and hunting for bottles and other vintage stuff. It is sort of amazing that during Ozzie's visit we spent most of the time discussing his music and the field in general.

Ozzie brought with him an instrument that has always held a fascination for me" The dobro. Think of an acoustic guitar--except that the body is not made of wood, but rather metal. Highly chrome-finished metal. Ozzie's dobro is made by National, the premier maker of the things. How he acquired it was typical (and perfect) for a person who searches through muck, mud and trash for "treasures." A few years back, two of his buddies were driving around one night and spotted something glinting in the light. They went back to have a look. In a trash can they found a magnificent National dobro. One problem, the wood section, which made up the instrument's neck, was severely ravaged by termites, who had feasted on it over the years. Still, it was something, it was old, it was musical. So Ozzie's pals brought it to his house and presented him with the thing.

A little research by Mr. Kotani revealed that the dobro was indeed rare. And yes, the factory could rebuild the wood section like new. It was worth the time and effort. It came back from the factory in pristine condition (left), down to the word "National" inset in mother-of-pearl letters at the top of its keys. I'd seen just a few these gems. Several times in the 1960s, when I frequented "coffee houses," when the term described places where pre-hippies hung out, drank apple cider, played chess and listened to true "folk music". (Jeez, that seems like another lifetime; it was uncool to applaud when a song was finished, instead one snapped one's fingers). Seems to me there might have been some low-grade cannibis smoke mixed in with the tobacco smoke--how quaint.

Whew! After all that off-topic digression, I get to the point: Ozze Kotani was here today. He played his dobro--in slack key style. Ozzie is in the elite roster of ki ho'alu players assembled by George Winston for the Dancing Cat Records "Slack Key Masters" series. It is a small and distinguished group. In the year since we began webcasting from our living room studio in Kaneohe, many of these virtuoso players have visited and played live for us: Ledward Kaapana,
George Kahamoku, Jr., Dennis Kamakahi, Cindy Combs and George Kuo. We chatted with Keola Beamer, at home on Maui, and George Winston himself, one day while he was on tour, but trapped by a snowstorm in a motel. We've been trying to get Cyril Pahinui up here, but he lives on the Big Island. It will happen. Also trying to hook up with two other sons of the immortal Gabby Pahinui: Martin and James, better known as "Bla." Sonny Chillingworth, Leonard Kwan and Ray Kane have passed on.

And yesterday, Ozzie Kotani found time in his busy schedule to spend several hours with us. His "day job" is Registrar for the State Foundation of Culture and the Arts, which is headquartered in downtown Honolulu. By law, one per cent of Hawaii's tax revenues go towards the purchase of artwork, which is displayed at public venues. No small project. Much of Ozzie's "spare" time is spent sharing: He teaches slack key guitar and lectures on the subject. So during his time here we talked about that unique style of music, how he came to know and play it himself, and, of course, how he came into possession of the dobro he brought and played. He has yet to record with the instrument. I can't wait for him to release an album of just that: Slack key dobro.

Meantime, I'll drink my share of soda pop. From ordinary, contemporary bottles, mostly all plastic by now. In 1994 I had lost interest in my collection, by the largest of its kind. All the bottles were carefully packed away--a tedious process--and costing a pretty penny to store.

So I sold them all in one lot, over 600 bottles, if I recall. Not only did I enjoy them while I served as caretaker for the relics of days passed, I traced the glass containers back to many corners of Hawaii's history unknown to me. They also fetched a "pretty penny". How much? Well, put it this way: The proceeds from the sale paid for two years of my daughter's undergrad studies at Northwestern University. Which, as you might know, goes for quite a bit more than a five-cent deposit.