A place for the rest of us.
photo by Kaz Sano
Where: 39 Hotel St., straight up the steps.
When: Every Wednesday, open mike on 1st Wednesdays.
Cost: No cover!
(www.myspace.com/therisingmelodymusic)
I was beginning to think my music fit in almost nowhere in Honolulu. Almost. With the exception of Ong King Arts Center, I hadn't had too many repeat appearances around town for one reason or another. Either my own strange brand of music just didn't fit in, or I had an uncomfortable reception coupled with the inability to hear my own performance through the available monitoring system, or I just didn't feel very much at home in a bar environment, due to my abstinence from alcohol. But then again, my brand of music is extremely alternative, I don't tend to pander to the commercial status quo, and I tend to perform to my own prerecorded or “canned” material. But I figured since my music was original, that it might just make some small difference. The great thing is, that in some circles, it really does make all the difference! And there is no short supply of originality in this town, if you only know where to look!
After hemming and hawing about what to do with my Wednesday night, whether to go hang out at Next Door while Nocturna spun until 11:00 PM —which is great, but I don't drink, and am not a very confident dancer— or just go down to Jazz Minds and check out the Harumi The Hymn and the Deadbeats, I finally decided to keep my promise to Bret Shimabuku and check out the Rising Melody. And as soon as I got there, I found myself surrounded by familiar faces and friends I was about to make! Not only had I found a new venue to for a monthly open mike, but also had inadvertently stumbled into a whole world of local talent, and my next article!
Bret, also known as Biku and his sister Jaena are going into their third year hosting The Rising Melody at thirtyninehotel, and as always, I find myself wishing I had discovered this event sooner! My first exposure to The Rising Melody had one extremely talented person after another taking the stage, including their very own Jaena, who could probably sing over the crowd and her own electrified instrument without the benefit of amplification! Biku also brings it on occasion with his own original brand of conscientious alternative folk composition.
Some of the other acts, one might encounter there include house favorites such as Sabrina Velazquez, Josh Jones, Monkeypod, Millicent Cummings, and harmonica madman Danilo “Nilo” Marone. Kauai Songwriters Contest contender Chase Livingston also was in attendance, as well as the remarkable free verse lyrical stylings of Shayla, front woman of the band Barefoot Samurai.
Along with this admittedly abridged list of performers is the astounding talent of Sebastian Hughes, who will only be around until Summer's end, when he heads off to S.F., to begin college, so I strongly advise that you catch his act now! What's really cool about this place is that you can hang out with all these folks, as well as watch them perform, and in my case, watch and learn! There is performance charisma to go around in this crowd, and if you walk away without learning something about stage presence and the art of performance, you've been enjoying yourself way too much!
I've been so impressed with the assembled talent at The Rising Melody the last few times I've checked this place out, I am recommending it some of the exceptional performers I've met in the past couple of months, such as guitarist and singer Kiana and ukulele virtuosa Taimane Gardner, who I believe will compliment the already burgeoning repertoire of regular musicians. You might also encounter DJ Barefoot Bob, either mixing with the crowd or performing, and see if you can’t get your original music aired on his weekly radio show, which airs on Saturday afternoons from noon till 3 PM on KTUH 90.3 FM.
And ironically, this perfect place I had been seeking —with a comfortable enough environment for the non-drinker— actually is a bar. Or should I say it happens to have a bar? It has such a warm and homey atmosphere that I tend not to notice I am in a bar setting at all! Beyond the loft space at the top of the steps which is the main stage and bar area, there is an open-air terrace with a service bar of its own, and there, one can duck out for some fresh air or to mingle, and order healthy pupus from their appetizer menu, all surrounded by the downtown Honolulu skyline.
Contact Bret Simabuku for a booking or more info: www.myspace.com/therisingmelodymusic or go to www.thirtyninehotel.com
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Taimane Gardner, Ukulele Sensation…
Just Trust Me On This One!
By George D’range
Where: Ong King Arts Center, 184 N. King
Sunday nights 9 PM-1:00 AM
Cost: $1.00
Did you ever wish you had caught a really talented musician early in their career? You know the old story, the inside scene was all abuzz over some rising star, and yet somehow it got right by you? And now, tickets are so pricey, and if you had only been there, you could have met actually them after one of their gigs!
Meet Taimane Gardner, lovely, vivacious and extremely talented. She is an incredible young ukulele virtuosa, but to compare her to her contemporaries, like Jake and Bruce Shimabukuro would be not be fair to all concerned, especially since she sites them as teachers and influences. I could use all the trite clichés to describe Taimane at this point in her young career: "rising star", "on fire", or "wunderkind", and all that might be very true, but it's all for the better if you simply go see her play.
There simply is no easy way to convince you to catch her act before she goes stellar, so you’re just going to have to trust me on this one! And I know just the place, at a cover anyone can afford! How's Ong King Arts Center in Chinatown, Sunday night for just a dollar donation sound? Sure, you could catch her at the Royal Hawaiian Luau every Monday after having paid a tidy sum for a sumptuous meal in a retro-tourista environment, —and one Taimane song— completely safe from the random elements of the world and the crowd, but it’s so much more fun to brave Chinatown by night to catch a truly memorable and unpredictable entertainment experience! (Besides, it’s local tradition!)
And local tradition flows through Taimane’s skilled fingers from the renowned instruction of Roy Sakuma, and a whole host of others she lists as teachers, including Brother Nolan, Herb Ohtasan Junior, Aunty Genoa and many others. And most recently, Tai has gotten a taste for Indian music from Shree Saragopan of Quadraphonix.
The first time Taimane played at Ong King there had been a momentary MC vacuum early in the evening, and MC See Ellauri asked me to hold down the fort for an hour or so, whilst he and co-owner Jonathan Heraux tended to other business matters. I did, trying to keep things moving along as best I could. Just as I was running out of folks to pull up on stage, and was about to subject the crowd to my own D’ranged tunes, Jonathan and See came back and I was much relieved to be relieved of duty. But not before I had scoured the audience for the next few acts and slipped See a piece of paper with the name: Taimanne. (OK, I got it wrong the first time, but I would never, ever forget the name!)
To use another trite expression, she blew our minds! And that's saying quite a bit considering she can segue seamlessly between "Stairway to Heaven", Beethoven's "Fur Elise" and flamenco style all on her ukulele! Adding to her interesting blend of tastes, she has begun to jam regularly with the boys of Ong King’s house band, Quadraphonix. Running her instrument through Shree’s guitar effects, her music takes on a whole new dimension, and Taimane easily does for the uke what Indai of Tempo Valley does for the cello.
There is also an uncompromising depth to her original songwriting that I find very appealing. She seems unafraid to tackle social and political topics other mainstream local artists might shy away from. In one televised appearance on Andy Bumatai, she bravely takes on the topic of health care and the elderly being forced to choose between their medications and their groceries in her song, “Clinically Insane”. In another song, “We Are The Chosen”, she compassionately sings about the cost of war to all of us.
But if you're still not convinced, and would like to get a dose of Taimane's music online, there's much to be had! In addition to her website, www.taimane.com, and she has a MySpace page at myspace.com/taimanegardner. She has also made three appearances on Nighttime with Andy Bumatai, which can be viewed on their You Tube channel, www.youtube.com/ntphawaii. Her “Clinically Insane” video is at: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Edebn0GWKQ. From there, a quick search of You Tube will reveal such gems as Taimane performing at Don Ho’s aloha ceremony, her stunning performance before John Travolta and Kelly Preston of “Led Zeppelin meets Beethoven”, and a kick-ass version of “Wipeout” recorded right on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki.
After having done all this, the question won’t be whether or not this young lady has a future in music, but: “Why haven’t I heard of her before?!”
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
DJ Nocturna Presents: Camera Obscura, The “Dark Chamber”…
By George D’range
(Published in the April Issue of The 808 Scene Zine)
This article was written under a full moon…
In the beginning there was only darkness: Black, mysterious, and seductive. It became known as the nighttime, that special time when we can get away with the most mischief and mayhem. But as we all know, partying all night is an exhausting affair, even for the most stoic devotee of darkness. So of course, daytime had to be created to even things out, and give night clubbers and vampires a chance to rest! And so, DJ Nocturna said: “Let there be a Feast of Friends!" -every Saturday night from 6 to 9 On 90.3 KTUH FM- a kind of broadcast Sabbath for the dark at heart. But of course, there also needs to be a social gathering, a thematic event for her Gothic coven to connect, dance to goth and darkwave music, and otherwise hook-up with other likeminded worshipers of the night. Someplace nice and DARK… And so, the Goddess of darkness said: “Let there be a Dark Mask Ball!”
Enter Camera Obscura, held the First Saturday of every month at Next Door at 43 North Hotel Street. Camera Obscura is Latin for "dark chamber", and March 1st kicked off the latest season of this monthly costume-thematic event, held on first Saturdays. So I donned my own dark mask, put on my fangs, and fastened on my cape to see what it's all about.
Adorned in their Faustian finery, coming out from their dark dwellings from around the city, Nocturna's shadow army converges, confounding the otherwise 'regular' people milling about Chinatown. It's not hard to discern the clientele of Bar 35 from that of Next Door. The people going into Next Door look a little scary, like characters out of "Eyes Wide Shut" or "The Story of 'O'", whereas the Bar 35 people just look a bit scared. But it's all a part of the thematic fun that is the difference that makes Camera Obscura a cut above the average rave or happening. Well, that, and the mature and courteous nature of Nocturna's throng of loyal friends. As pointed out by Kawehi Haug in TGIF, this is a discreet, no-touch dance crowd, definitely not for random strangers looking to get their freak on with other people they don't even know. But in order to truly appreciate Camera Obscura, one really has to experience it first hand.
As I immersed myself in this world of night, I was greeted by Nocturna's regular friendly doorman Ray, and walked into the candle-lit and cavernous atmosphere of the antique landmark building. The evening kicked off with the dark, 80s retro grooves of DJ Modboy, who was followed by the impeccable tastes of our host Nocturna, and the expert goth belly dancing of Michael Azure. There was also a dark mask contest during the fray with prizes for the darkest mask and most original mask coutesy of Millennium Hawaii. Tarot readings by Jill and Greg from Prosperity Corner were given, and the evening culminated in the high energy dance mixes of DJ Gary O.
May's theme will be a Victorian Ball, so break out your old corsets and stovepipe hats from the 1850s, and get ready to go retro… on the darker side! If you think you might be as dark -if not darker- than Nocturna, please point your browser to: myspace.com/djnocturna -or- myspace.com/808cameraobscura, and add to friends!
(Published in the April Issue of The 808 Scene Zine)
This article was written under a full moon…
In the beginning there was only darkness: Black, mysterious, and seductive. It became known as the nighttime, that special time when we can get away with the most mischief and mayhem. But as we all know, partying all night is an exhausting affair, even for the most stoic devotee of darkness. So of course, daytime had to be created to even things out, and give night clubbers and vampires a chance to rest! And so, DJ Nocturna said: “Let there be a Feast of Friends!" -every Saturday night from 6 to 9 On 90.3 KTUH FM- a kind of broadcast Sabbath for the dark at heart. But of course, there also needs to be a social gathering, a thematic event for her Gothic coven to connect, dance to goth and darkwave music, and otherwise hook-up with other likeminded worshipers of the night. Someplace nice and DARK… And so, the Goddess of darkness said: “Let there be a Dark Mask Ball!”
Enter Camera Obscura, held the First Saturday of every month at Next Door at 43 North Hotel Street. Camera Obscura is Latin for "dark chamber", and March 1st kicked off the latest season of this monthly costume-thematic event, held on first Saturdays. So I donned my own dark mask, put on my fangs, and fastened on my cape to see what it's all about.
Adorned in their Faustian finery, coming out from their dark dwellings from around the city, Nocturna's shadow army converges, confounding the otherwise 'regular' people milling about Chinatown. It's not hard to discern the clientele of Bar 35 from that of Next Door. The people going into Next Door look a little scary, like characters out of "Eyes Wide Shut" or "The Story of 'O'", whereas the Bar 35 people just look a bit scared. But it's all a part of the thematic fun that is the difference that makes Camera Obscura a cut above the average rave or happening. Well, that, and the mature and courteous nature of Nocturna's throng of loyal friends. As pointed out by Kawehi Haug in TGIF, this is a discreet, no-touch dance crowd, definitely not for random strangers looking to get their freak on with other people they don't even know. But in order to truly appreciate Camera Obscura, one really has to experience it first hand.
As I immersed myself in this world of night, I was greeted by Nocturna's regular friendly doorman Ray, and walked into the candle-lit and cavernous atmosphere of the antique landmark building. The evening kicked off with the dark, 80s retro grooves of DJ Modboy, who was followed by the impeccable tastes of our host Nocturna, and the expert goth belly dancing of Michael Azure. There was also a dark mask contest during the fray with prizes for the darkest mask and most original mask coutesy of Millennium Hawaii. Tarot readings by Jill and Greg from Prosperity Corner were given, and the evening culminated in the high energy dance mixes of DJ Gary O.
Though I am not one normally known for getting my dance on, the mix was just too much to resist! I think I have rediscovered the dance sound that has always had me in it's grip, and by the time Nocturna served up the dance dub of Soft Cell's "Sex Dwarf", I was already completely lost to the dark wave beat as I lip-synced lyrics learned long ago in a nearly forgotten era! For a brief time I was there again, and it would have been very easy to forget that I actually had an article to write!
The Dark Mask Ball was the theme for just the first Camera Obscura event of this year. April's event was "A Night of Bast", an evening dedicated to the Egyptian goddess Bast or Bastet, a deity with the head of a cat, and the body of a beautiful woman, protector of cats, women and children and patron goddess of love, birth, music and dance. Appropriately, it was a fundraiser for Joey's Feline Friends, a no-kill shelter for homeless, abused and physically challenged cats. As with the Dark Mask Ball, showing up in costume true to the theme of the night gets you two bucks off the cover at the door. And the Night of Bast called for costumes resembling Bast, cats, and all things Egyptian.May's theme will be a Victorian Ball, so break out your old corsets and stovepipe hats from the 1850s, and get ready to go retro… on the darker side! If you think you might be as dark -if not darker- than Nocturna, please point your browser to: myspace.com/djnocturna -or- myspace.com/808cameraobscura, and add to friends!
Monday, April 14, 2008
Grand Slam: Hawaii's Best and Brightest Poets Get Their Chance to Shine!
By George D'range
(Published: The March 2008 issue of The 808 Scene Zine)
Team Hawaii, Adult Division: Kealoha, Stri Longanecker, Travis T, Lyz Soto, Dar'ron Cambra
and Tui "Tui-Z" Scanlan peeking out in the foreground.
It's one thing for a writer like me to immerse myself in an event by attending and socially mingling in order to hammer out an assigned article. Actually participating as a competitor among seasoned veterans is another thing altogether! More humbling still is realizing that a large number of your fellow competitors are half my age, and much, much better at this than me. Not only was this article researched in this way, but this topic is so interactive that you, the reader, can also get involved! So start brushing up your rhymes and come to the monthly competition on the first Thursday of every month at the Hawaiian Hut located in the Ala Moana Hotel.
April 19, 7:00 PM at Kaimuki High School Youth Speaks Hawaii will be hosting "The Grand Slam", a competition of the top poets of the year. The adult class of poets will have their own Grand Slam April 3rd who took 1st place at the First Thursdays competition. So, the bad news is that any newcomers will have to wait a year for another Grand Slam. The good news is, once you see what you’re up against, you'll want a year to practice! And any young people (being younger than 18) need only contact The Youth Speaks Hawaii people online, or attend the poetry workshops held every Wednesday, 4:30 to 6:00 PM at The Arts at Mark’s Garage. There are also plans to restart the Youth Speaks slams every third Saturday, at Mark’s.
Hawaii Slam and Youth Speaks are two crucial organizations that put the resource of public, personal expression into the hands of the local community. And the spoken word movement in Hawaii and elsewhere, is a lot stronger than many people may be aware of. In fact, all one has to do is go online, to get a feel for how powerful it has become. Hawaii Slam, Youth Speaks and Girl Fest all have a strong Internet presence, as do many of their sponsors and participants. Perhaps the best place to start would be to go to the Youth Speaks Hawaii Web page, (http://www. youthspeakshawaii.org) where one can contact the organization, and also get a sense of the grand scope of the movement and the immense talent out involved! They are also readily searchable on Myspace. Back in early December I had the opportunity to attend the Youth Speaks 3rd Annual Interscholastic Slam, and it was, without a doubt, one of the most moving and educational experiences of my life.
As I inferred earlier, it's not easy for an aging writer like myself to get taken back to school by such a group of sharp young upstarts, but it was definitely an honor and a privilege I won't ever forget. The brutal honesty and raw emotions of these powerful speakers and their craft took me to places I didn't expect, some places I didn't want to go, but realized we should all visit, because these amazing young people are our future. I vowed never to refer to them as “kids” again!
So I braced myself for the prospect of attending First Thursdays and reciting, to be a fair reporter and to really get good case of stage fright on. This was on the heels of the opening of Girl Fest, where I had been treated some of the nation's best poets! Can you say nervous?
But upon arriving at the Hawaiian Hut, I was greeted by warm handshakes and hugs and the smell of my favorite incense wafting on the air, and a strange thing happened. I was suddenly in room with over 400 friends, or people I had come to think of as friends, and all the fear of judgment and evaluation melted away as poet after poet took the stage and laid bare their souls for all to see. I almost chose to “share” and not compete, (you can do that) but my sense of responsibility over-road my trepidation, and it all turned out to be one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life! I did not even place as a competitor, but it was my first time, and I did not care one bit! In the presence of such immense talent, it would have been easy to simply follow the urge to bow out before even attempting to compete, but despite those feelings, or perhaps because I chose to ignore it, I was hooked!
I will be back, and I will be attending the Grand Slam probably as a casual observer and fan, cheering on my friends and fellow poets, as the adults battle their way towards the National competition held in Madison WI, in August. Youth Speaks will be competing nationally in July, in Washington D.C.
(Published: The March 2008 issue of The 808 Scene Zine)
Team Hawaii, Adult Division: Kealoha, Stri Longanecker, Travis T, Lyz Soto, Dar'ron Cambra
and Tui "Tui-Z" Scanlan peeking out in the foreground.
It's one thing for a writer like me to immerse myself in an event by attending and socially mingling in order to hammer out an assigned article. Actually participating as a competitor among seasoned veterans is another thing altogether! More humbling still is realizing that a large number of your fellow competitors are half my age, and much, much better at this than me. Not only was this article researched in this way, but this topic is so interactive that you, the reader, can also get involved! So start brushing up your rhymes and come to the monthly competition on the first Thursday of every month at the Hawaiian Hut located in the Ala Moana Hotel.
April 19, 7:00 PM at Kaimuki High School Youth Speaks Hawaii will be hosting "The Grand Slam", a competition of the top poets of the year. The adult class of poets will have their own Grand Slam April 3rd who took 1st place at the First Thursdays competition. So, the bad news is that any newcomers will have to wait a year for another Grand Slam. The good news is, once you see what you’re up against, you'll want a year to practice! And any young people (being younger than 18) need only contact The Youth Speaks Hawaii people online, or attend the poetry workshops held every Wednesday, 4:30 to 6:00 PM at The Arts at Mark’s Garage. There are also plans to restart the Youth Speaks slams every third Saturday, at Mark’s.
Hawaii Slam and Youth Speaks are two crucial organizations that put the resource of public, personal expression into the hands of the local community. And the spoken word movement in Hawaii and elsewhere, is a lot stronger than many people may be aware of. In fact, all one has to do is go online, to get a feel for how powerful it has become. Hawaii Slam, Youth Speaks and Girl Fest all have a strong Internet presence, as do many of their sponsors and participants. Perhaps the best place to start would be to go to the Youth Speaks Hawaii Web page, (http://www. youthspeakshawaii.org) where one can contact the organization, and also get a sense of the grand scope of the movement and the immense talent out involved! They are also readily searchable on Myspace. Back in early December I had the opportunity to attend the Youth Speaks 3rd Annual Interscholastic Slam, and it was, without a doubt, one of the most moving and educational experiences of my life.
As I inferred earlier, it's not easy for an aging writer like myself to get taken back to school by such a group of sharp young upstarts, but it was definitely an honor and a privilege I won't ever forget. The brutal honesty and raw emotions of these powerful speakers and their craft took me to places I didn't expect, some places I didn't want to go, but realized we should all visit, because these amazing young people are our future. I vowed never to refer to them as “kids” again!
So I braced myself for the prospect of attending First Thursdays and reciting, to be a fair reporter and to really get good case of stage fright on. This was on the heels of the opening of Girl Fest, where I had been treated some of the nation's best poets! Can you say nervous?
But upon arriving at the Hawaiian Hut, I was greeted by warm handshakes and hugs and the smell of my favorite incense wafting on the air, and a strange thing happened. I was suddenly in room with over 400 friends, or people I had come to think of as friends, and all the fear of judgment and evaluation melted away as poet after poet took the stage and laid bare their souls for all to see. I almost chose to “share” and not compete, (you can do that) but my sense of responsibility over-road my trepidation, and it all turned out to be one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life! I did not even place as a competitor, but it was my first time, and I did not care one bit! In the presence of such immense talent, it would have been easy to simply follow the urge to bow out before even attempting to compete, but despite those feelings, or perhaps because I chose to ignore it, I was hooked!
I will be back, and I will be attending the Grand Slam probably as a casual observer and fan, cheering on my friends and fellow poets, as the adults battle their way towards the National competition held in Madison WI, in August. Youth Speaks will be competing nationally in July, in Washington D.C.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Christina Nelson: Great Gifts Come in Small Packages
By George D’range
(Published, February 2008 issue, The 808 Scene Zine)
The diminutive stature and humble, down-to-earth appearance of Christina Nelson are not to be taken for granted. For this skater girl/folk singer/actress possesses one of the most important attributes any talented artist can have: modesty. In fact, she is not very comfortable with the idea of high-profile fame, or commercial endorsement. She seems to want to keep things at the grass roots level, and has no intention of selling out. What she does she seems to do as much for herself as the friends she writes about, and one gets the distinct impression she does not want to cheapen her art with commercial polish or over-promotion. All this was made clear to me as she unwound after her long month of performing in See Ellauri’s visionary play, “Hip-Hopalypse”.
But the first time I saw her perform, I knew she was the real deal. Her music and sultry vocals went straight for my heart and I was instantly enraptured by her style. “It’s only passion,” she confided to me one night at Ong King Arts Center, as we took a smoke break after one of her most highly charged performances. In this particular instance, her powerful calves were propelling her about eighteen inches off the stage as she strummed her guitar without missing a beat. I have seen Christina perform perhaps a couple of dozen times, having missed only a song or two due to tardiness or negligence, and I always feel somehow deprived at having missed even a small dose of that passion.
Sometimes referred to as “The Ong Queen” by Ong King’s co-proprietor Jonathan Heraux, she is also known as the “house rock star”, and has definitely earned these honors. She is quite simply the embodiment of raw talent and originality that seems to have become a rare commodity in today’s commercial music scene. The late great comedian Bill Hicks pointed out that heart and soul was what was missing from so much modern music, and I’m forced to agree! Like home cooked meals, —minus the love— listening to some of the banal, pre-processed pop music of today can be a bit like sinking one’s teeth into a rubbery frozen dinner that’s been left in the microwave oven too long. By contrast, listening to one of Christina’s home-baked performances is like being cordially invited to enjoy a Thanksgiving Dinner at Alice’s Restaurant with all the trimmings, prepared and served by Alice herself!
There is warmth and informality, an acknowledgement of the human element, and a blatant disregard for any incidental errors, be they pilot or equipment related. In fact, there is an outright disdain for the amplification equipment! “I hate technology!” Christina once quipped as the uncooperative microphone stand continued to sag down, like a sad metal phallus. This drew laughs from her regular audience, we of the initiated who know of the sexually ambiguous nature of many of Christina’s songs.
Recently, her music has gained another dimension entirely, with the recent acquisition of a piano at Ong King, an instrument procured by and set aside for Christina’s shows. “The eighty-eight string guitar”, as comedic folk legend Tom Lehrer once referred to it, is actually a very logical addition to Christina’s repertoire, which also includes the ukulele and mandolin. She is also no stranger to the rock bass, and was once the bass player for a local metal band called “Mindshed”. But it is the addition of the piano to Christina’s act has led Alice down a whole new rabbit hole, filled with an even richer emotional landscape of dreams.
It was during one such performance that I first got the idea to write about her, so I emailed her, praising her performance, and proposing a meeting to hash out the details of this article. Even her response was a mind-blowing example of her humble prose:
“Last night was an explosion. Turning the heart lament into healing musical explosives blasting the infectious walls from my wounds so they can heal properly. That's all...”
That’s it, huh? That’s ALL? Take a bow, girl! I don’t believe I’ve ever heard the Creative process put so eloquently. Once again, her final comment is a disclaimer testifying the overall spirit of her endearing humility, which makes her such an approachable and emotionally accessible artist.
Ironically, Christina has a very low profile on the World Wide Web, and she’d like to keep it that way, with the exception of a few online videos, which can be seen on the Youtube profile: youtube.com/OngKingLive. If anyone out there has videos of her they’d like to post, they are encouraged to contact the Youtube profile or write to: OngKingLive@musician.org, but please, no unauthorized fan pages! After all, she just wants to keep it real…
(Published, February 2008 issue, The 808 Scene Zine)
The diminutive stature and humble, down-to-earth appearance of Christina Nelson are not to be taken for granted. For this skater girl/folk singer/actress possesses one of the most important attributes any talented artist can have: modesty. In fact, she is not very comfortable with the idea of high-profile fame, or commercial endorsement. She seems to want to keep things at the grass roots level, and has no intention of selling out. What she does she seems to do as much for herself as the friends she writes about, and one gets the distinct impression she does not want to cheapen her art with commercial polish or over-promotion. All this was made clear to me as she unwound after her long month of performing in See Ellauri’s visionary play, “Hip-Hopalypse”.
But the first time I saw her perform, I knew she was the real deal. Her music and sultry vocals went straight for my heart and I was instantly enraptured by her style. “It’s only passion,” she confided to me one night at Ong King Arts Center, as we took a smoke break after one of her most highly charged performances. In this particular instance, her powerful calves were propelling her about eighteen inches off the stage as she strummed her guitar without missing a beat. I have seen Christina perform perhaps a couple of dozen times, having missed only a song or two due to tardiness or negligence, and I always feel somehow deprived at having missed even a small dose of that passion.
Sometimes referred to as “The Ong Queen” by Ong King’s co-proprietor Jonathan Heraux, she is also known as the “house rock star”, and has definitely earned these honors. She is quite simply the embodiment of raw talent and originality that seems to have become a rare commodity in today’s commercial music scene. The late great comedian Bill Hicks pointed out that heart and soul was what was missing from so much modern music, and I’m forced to agree! Like home cooked meals, —minus the love— listening to some of the banal, pre-processed pop music of today can be a bit like sinking one’s teeth into a rubbery frozen dinner that’s been left in the microwave oven too long. By contrast, listening to one of Christina’s home-baked performances is like being cordially invited to enjoy a Thanksgiving Dinner at Alice’s Restaurant with all the trimmings, prepared and served by Alice herself!
There is warmth and informality, an acknowledgement of the human element, and a blatant disregard for any incidental errors, be they pilot or equipment related. In fact, there is an outright disdain for the amplification equipment! “I hate technology!” Christina once quipped as the uncooperative microphone stand continued to sag down, like a sad metal phallus. This drew laughs from her regular audience, we of the initiated who know of the sexually ambiguous nature of many of Christina’s songs.
Recently, her music has gained another dimension entirely, with the recent acquisition of a piano at Ong King, an instrument procured by and set aside for Christina’s shows. “The eighty-eight string guitar”, as comedic folk legend Tom Lehrer once referred to it, is actually a very logical addition to Christina’s repertoire, which also includes the ukulele and mandolin. She is also no stranger to the rock bass, and was once the bass player for a local metal band called “Mindshed”. But it is the addition of the piano to Christina’s act has led Alice down a whole new rabbit hole, filled with an even richer emotional landscape of dreams.
It was during one such performance that I first got the idea to write about her, so I emailed her, praising her performance, and proposing a meeting to hash out the details of this article. Even her response was a mind-blowing example of her humble prose:
“Last night was an explosion. Turning the heart lament into healing musical explosives blasting the infectious walls from my wounds so they can heal properly. That's all...”
That’s it, huh? That’s ALL? Take a bow, girl! I don’t believe I’ve ever heard the Creative process put so eloquently. Once again, her final comment is a disclaimer testifying the overall spirit of her endearing humility, which makes her such an approachable and emotionally accessible artist.
Ironically, Christina has a very low profile on the World Wide Web, and she’d like to keep it that way, with the exception of a few online videos, which can be seen on the Youtube profile: youtube.com/OngKingLive. If anyone out there has videos of her they’d like to post, they are encouraged to contact the Youtube profile or write to: OngKingLive@musician.org, but please, no unauthorized fan pages! After all, she just wants to keep it real…
The 4th Annual GiRL FeST Hawaii, 2007: Opening Night
By George D’range
(Published, December issue, The 808 Scene Zine)
Girl Fest is an event organized around a group of very talented women and men whose common cause is the fight to ”prevent violence against women and girls through education and art.” It is a collection of artists, dancers, musicians, poets, writers and films presented from across the nation, but is mainly based in the Bay Area, New York City, and Hawaii, and the proceeds of the annual festivities go to the cause.
For those of you who were lucky enough to take place in any of the week’s events, you know how socially important this yearly fundraiser is. For those of you unfamiliar, you’re going to want to make time next year for you, your friends and family to attend this very special event. Some guys out there might think they’d be uncomfortable and suspicious that this might be a kind of Vagina Monologues affair. But that’s not it at all. It’s not just about anonymous victims of rape and abuse. This is about our mothers and our sisters, our aunties and nieces, and our friends and neighbors. The more men attend, the more it says about us as people, and the progress we are capable of making. As Kealoha, a local poetry slam trail blazer and founder of Hawaii Slam, summed up so eloquently with a stirring poem about abuse and equality, the misconceptions about feminism, and the aforementioned connection we all share with the women we love and respect so much in our everyday lives. Find him at: www.kealohapoetry.com.
But this is also about all those talented and dedicated souls who make this event worth attending! This year’s festivities were dedicated to former coordinator Alex T. Handler, who passed away in July of this year. There are many other crucial people who deserve honorable mention, but I regret due to article constraints, some may go unmentioned. I will do my best to rectify this through web references and in my unabridged version.
The night opened with the Taiko Center of The Pacific. Currently under the direction of Gabriel Ishida, this highly disciplined style of Japanese drumming is part dance, part rhythmic performance. Each performance has a story and a dedicated ceremony from which the tune was derived. Taiko is a complicated art form, so for more information on this group of performers, please visit: www.taikoarts.com.
The spoken word and poetry slam segment of the evening involved the amazing talents of several performers who all have a high profile on the internet, so I will give each a short review, followed by their URLs.
When youth speaks Hawaii took the stage, their words were so powerful, it hit me with the unrelenting force of a Gatling gun! It is very fortunate that I was also invited to cover the 3rd annual Interscholastic Youth Speaks Hawaii Slam competition, so that I might have a chance to get to know these great young people and their work better. I will therefore reserve further judgment until that time, but I can say that I don’t anticipate being any less impressed! (www.youthspeakshawaii.org)
Mindy Nettifee moved things along in her oddly slow paced and methodical style, lulling us all into a false sense of security! After delivering some of the funnier poetry of the evening, she decided to move on to “some serious stuff”, such as a poem called, “Dear Guardian Angel”, which began, “Dear Guardian Angel: BACK OFF!” You get the idea. Mindy’ myspace page is: myspace.com/thecultofmindy.
Amber Tamblyn is better known as TV’s Joan of Arcadia, but there is much more than meets the eye about this multi-faceted performer. She is at once emotionally accessible, wickedly funny, well balanced, and delivers pointedly cathartic slams, which lent a wonderfully complementary chemistry to her fellow performers. myspace.com/ambertablyn
Andrea Gibson comes on like a freight train masquerading as a VW. Although Andrea admits to spitting in her furor as she recites, this reviewer would scarcely be able to differentiate the saliva flying from Andrea’s lips from my own emotional reaction to her concerto of venomous verbal justice. In person, I found Andrea to be a delightfully amiable and friendly individual. It was a pleasure to make her acquaintance, and you too can do so at: myspace/andreagibson
Derrick Brown was described in Rolling Stone Magazine as being the “Darker side of Jude Law. Whatever that means, Derrick is both a bit surreal, and hysterically brilliant. He was followed by comic Ali Wong, who probably grows tired of any comparisons to Margaret Cho, other than to say she is gut wrenchingly funny! Closing out the evening was the musical talent of Emily Wells, who also accompanied Derrick during his set. myspace.com/brownpoetry
Ali Wong: www.ALIWONG.com
Emily Wells: myspace.com/emilywells
(Published, December issue, The 808 Scene Zine)
Girl Fest is an event organized around a group of very talented women and men whose common cause is the fight to ”prevent violence against women and girls through education and art.” It is a collection of artists, dancers, musicians, poets, writers and films presented from across the nation, but is mainly based in the Bay Area, New York City, and Hawaii, and the proceeds of the annual festivities go to the cause.
For those of you who were lucky enough to take place in any of the week’s events, you know how socially important this yearly fundraiser is. For those of you unfamiliar, you’re going to want to make time next year for you, your friends and family to attend this very special event. Some guys out there might think they’d be uncomfortable and suspicious that this might be a kind of Vagina Monologues affair. But that’s not it at all. It’s not just about anonymous victims of rape and abuse. This is about our mothers and our sisters, our aunties and nieces, and our friends and neighbors. The more men attend, the more it says about us as people, and the progress we are capable of making. As Kealoha, a local poetry slam trail blazer and founder of Hawaii Slam, summed up so eloquently with a stirring poem about abuse and equality, the misconceptions about feminism, and the aforementioned connection we all share with the women we love and respect so much in our everyday lives. Find him at: www.kealohapoetry.com.
But this is also about all those talented and dedicated souls who make this event worth attending! This year’s festivities were dedicated to former coordinator Alex T. Handler, who passed away in July of this year. There are many other crucial people who deserve honorable mention, but I regret due to article constraints, some may go unmentioned. I will do my best to rectify this through web references and in my unabridged version.
The night opened with the Taiko Center of The Pacific. Currently under the direction of Gabriel Ishida, this highly disciplined style of Japanese drumming is part dance, part rhythmic performance. Each performance has a story and a dedicated ceremony from which the tune was derived. Taiko is a complicated art form, so for more information on this group of performers, please visit: www.taikoarts.com.
The spoken word and poetry slam segment of the evening involved the amazing talents of several performers who all have a high profile on the internet, so I will give each a short review, followed by their URLs.
When youth speaks Hawaii took the stage, their words were so powerful, it hit me with the unrelenting force of a Gatling gun! It is very fortunate that I was also invited to cover the 3rd annual Interscholastic Youth Speaks Hawaii Slam competition, so that I might have a chance to get to know these great young people and their work better. I will therefore reserve further judgment until that time, but I can say that I don’t anticipate being any less impressed! (www.youthspeakshawaii.org)
Mindy Nettifee moved things along in her oddly slow paced and methodical style, lulling us all into a false sense of security! After delivering some of the funnier poetry of the evening, she decided to move on to “some serious stuff”, such as a poem called, “Dear Guardian Angel”, which began, “Dear Guardian Angel: BACK OFF!” You get the idea. Mindy’ myspace page is: myspace.com/thecultofmindy.
Amber Tamblyn is better known as TV’s Joan of Arcadia, but there is much more than meets the eye about this multi-faceted performer. She is at once emotionally accessible, wickedly funny, well balanced, and delivers pointedly cathartic slams, which lent a wonderfully complementary chemistry to her fellow performers. myspace.com/ambertablyn
Andrea Gibson comes on like a freight train masquerading as a VW. Although Andrea admits to spitting in her furor as she recites, this reviewer would scarcely be able to differentiate the saliva flying from Andrea’s lips from my own emotional reaction to her concerto of venomous verbal justice. In person, I found Andrea to be a delightfully amiable and friendly individual. It was a pleasure to make her acquaintance, and you too can do so at: myspace/andreagibson
Derrick Brown was described in Rolling Stone Magazine as being the “Darker side of Jude Law. Whatever that means, Derrick is both a bit surreal, and hysterically brilliant. He was followed by comic Ali Wong, who probably grows tired of any comparisons to Margaret Cho, other than to say she is gut wrenchingly funny! Closing out the evening was the musical talent of Emily Wells, who also accompanied Derrick during his set. myspace.com/brownpoetry
Ali Wong: www.ALIWONG.com
Emily Wells: myspace.com/emilywells
The 4th Annual GiRL FeST Hawaii, 2007: Opening Night at The Hawaiian Hut
By George D’range
(Unpublished)
For those of unfamiliar with Girl Fest, it is an event organized around a very special group of women and men whose common cause is the fight to ”prevent violence against women and girls through education and art.” It is a collection of artists, dancers, musicians, poets, writers and films presented from across the nation, but is mainly based in the Bay Area of California, New York City, and Hawaii, and the proceeds of the annual festivities go to the cause.
This year’s festivities opened with a gala night at The Hawaiian Hut, and featured poets, writers, and musicians both local and national. For those of you who were lucky enough to take place in any of the week’s events, you know how emotionally charged and socially important this yearly fundraiser can be. For those of you unfamiliar, who have not yet had the chance to catch Girl Fest on any of it’s previous 2 times, you’re going to want to make time next year for you and your friends and family, and not miss at least some of the goings on at this very special event. Some guys out there might be shy about sharing the audience with a largely female crowd, in what they may suspect to be a kind of “Vagina Monologues” affair. But this is not simply about the anonymous, faceless victims of rape and abuse you read about. As the artists involved in this event would remind us, this is about our mothers and our sisters, our aunties and nieces, our female friends and neighbors, and yes, even about our abused male friends. It is about ending domestic violence as a disease upon our culture and our society. The more men attend, the more it says about our humanity, and the progress we are capable of making.
But enough preaching of the cause! This is also about all those talented and dedicated souls who make this event worth attending! This year’s festivities were dedicated to former coordinator Alex T. Handler, who passed away in July of this year. There are many other crucial people who deserve honorable mention, but I will save these honorable mentions for the end of the article, so that we might move things along here.
The night opened with the Taiko Center of The Pacific. Currently under the masterful direction of Gabriel Ishida, this highly disciplined style of Japanese drumming is part dance, part rhythmic performance, with overtones of that remind one of martial arts. So stunning is the prowess of the Taiko performer, I pity the poor soul who runs afoul of one these masters, armed with their bachi. (Drumsticks) Each performance has a story and a dedicated ceremony from which the ikkyoku, or tune was derived. Taiko has an extensive lexicon, and history, so for more information on this artform, and this group of performers, please visit: http://users.lmi.net/taikousa/dictionary.html and www.taikoarts.com.
The spoken word and poetry slam segment of the evening involved both the insanely talented words presented by Youth Speaks, and the panel of celebrated writers, Kealoha, Mindy Nettifee, Amber Tablyn, Andrea Gibson, and Derrick Brown with musical accompaniment by Emily Wells.
When youth speaks Hawaii took the stage, I felt as if I was run over by a verbal steamroller. These young people are so immensely talented, and their words so powerful, it hit me with the unrelenting force of a Gatling gun! It is very fortunate that I was also invited to cover the 3rd annual Interscholastic Youth Speaks Hawaii Slam competition, so that I might have a chance to get to know these great young people and their work better. I will therefore reserve further judgment until that time, but I can say that I don’t anticipate being any less impressed!
Kealoha, local poetry slam trail blazer and founder of Hawaii Slam, among other things, got things started with a stirring poem about abuse and equality, and the aforementioned connection me all share the women who may be among those we are trying to protect.
Mindy Nettifee moved things along in her oddly slow paced and methodical style, beginning with a poem about the blues, and mouthing the bass line from “Stand by Me”, lulling us all into a false sense of security! She then kept the audience on its toes with her nonstop jabs at life’s little foibles and peeves, turning them into hilarious anecdotes of poetic justice! After delivering one such poem entitled, “Seven Things I Never Told My Sister”, she then announced that she was going to do “some serious stuff”. Her idea of this began with a poem called, “Dear Guardian Angel”, whish began, “Dear Guardian Angel: BACK OFF!” You get the idea. Mindy can be found at: myspace.com/thecultofmindy.
Amber Tamblyn is better known as TV’s Joan of Arcadia, a Golden Globe and Emmy nominee, among other things, but there is much more than meets the eye about this multi-faceted performer. As well as being an actor and poet she is also a writer, with several books under her belt, all with titles of which she claims not to know the meaning. She is at once emotionally accessible, wickedly funny, well balanced, and delivers pointedly cathartic slams, which lent a wonderfully complementary chemistry to her fellow performers. Like mirror moves on a chessboard, Amber seemed to match Mindy blow for blow, and laugh for laugh! An example of Amber’s quirky sense of turning angst into mirth was reflected in a poem entitled “Hate: A Love Poem”. For more on Amber’s colorful background and family, I strongly recommend doing a Google search on her background. Also look up Bonnie Tablyn, while you’re at it. Amber can be found at: myspace.com/ambertablyn.
Andrea Gibson: It’s hard for me to be objective about Andrea Gibson. Although Andrea admits to spitting in her furor as she Slams, this reviewer would consider it an honor to be in the front row as the poetry begins to flow, saliva mist or no. I would scarcely be able to differentiate the spit flying from Andrea’s lips from my own emotional reaction to her concerto of venomous verbal justice. I’m only glad to not be on the receiving end of Andrea Gibson’s indignant derision, and ironically enough, —perhaps because of the cathartic nature of her work— I found Andrea to be a delightfully amiable, accommodating and friendly person. It was a pleasure to make her acquaintance, and I can’t wait for the next time I get to see her recite her unique brand of socially significant poetry again!
Derrick Brown was described in Rolling Stone Magazine as being the “Darker side of Jude Law. He didn’t seem really comfortable with this, but nonetheless flattered. As I watched Derrick, I decided that a more accurate description would be that he is like a funnier version of Steve Carrel. After the show, I actually took a gamble, and ventured to mention this to Derrick, who perked up and remarked that it was one of the highest compliments he ever had! (I knew there was something I liked about this guy!) Mindy chipped in that he was much better looking than Steve, which I decided to concede to her female opinion in that matter. At one point during Derrick’s performance, The Multi-talented Emily Wells joined in as accompaniment, I believe for a poem entitled Kirasawa Champagne. I might be mistaken about that, as it was an evening of many interesting surprises, and outstanding entertainment! Whatever the case, he, Mindy and Amber made a great Combination, and were a counterweight to Andrea Gibson’s heavy-duty social commentary.
Derrick was followed by comic Ali Wong, who probably grows tired of any comparisons to Margaret Cho, other than to say she is gut wrenchingly funny! Besides, I found Ali to be very much the master her own approach to female comedy, and making any comparisons at all to other comics would be, in my estimation, just unfair. Between the humorous approach of the celebrity slam panel, and Ali’s stand up routine, I found myself in a relaxed state afterwards, my body coursing with endorphins from the deep belly rolls of laughter from these very clever and funny performers.
In addition to accompanying Derrick Brown during his set, Emily returned to the stage to close out the evening with her very interesting and eclectic style. as an artist, I have to respect and admire Emily as a musician who held out with the music companies in order to maintain creative control over her art. She is a living statement of artistic and personal empowerment, and seriously of kicks ass on the violin, too!
As previously mentioned, there are many people who make Girl Fest and Youth Speaks Hawaii possible, so without making this into an acceptance speech, I would like to give some credits, and few of my own shout-outs. A big salute goes out to the tireless efforts of Lyz Soto, Kathy Xian, Darron Cambra, Kealoha and TravisT, and all the other Girl Fest coordinators, volunteers and mentors of Youth Speaks, who deserve credit for their good work with the youth of Hawaii. My own personal thanks go out to Katie Whitman at The 808 Scene Zine, who was also a workshop teacher during Girl Fest, for giving me a shot at getting published, and Darron again for the Youth Speaks assignment, and for all his help in getting me connected. Also special shout-outs go to local scene moguls “SeE” and Jonathan at Ong King, and DJ Nocturna, just because.
Aloha!
(Unpublished)
For those of unfamiliar with Girl Fest, it is an event organized around a very special group of women and men whose common cause is the fight to ”prevent violence against women and girls through education and art.” It is a collection of artists, dancers, musicians, poets, writers and films presented from across the nation, but is mainly based in the Bay Area of California, New York City, and Hawaii, and the proceeds of the annual festivities go to the cause.
This year’s festivities opened with a gala night at The Hawaiian Hut, and featured poets, writers, and musicians both local and national. For those of you who were lucky enough to take place in any of the week’s events, you know how emotionally charged and socially important this yearly fundraiser can be. For those of you unfamiliar, who have not yet had the chance to catch Girl Fest on any of it’s previous 2 times, you’re going to want to make time next year for you and your friends and family, and not miss at least some of the goings on at this very special event. Some guys out there might be shy about sharing the audience with a largely female crowd, in what they may suspect to be a kind of “Vagina Monologues” affair. But this is not simply about the anonymous, faceless victims of rape and abuse you read about. As the artists involved in this event would remind us, this is about our mothers and our sisters, our aunties and nieces, our female friends and neighbors, and yes, even about our abused male friends. It is about ending domestic violence as a disease upon our culture and our society. The more men attend, the more it says about our humanity, and the progress we are capable of making.
But enough preaching of the cause! This is also about all those talented and dedicated souls who make this event worth attending! This year’s festivities were dedicated to former coordinator Alex T. Handler, who passed away in July of this year. There are many other crucial people who deserve honorable mention, but I will save these honorable mentions for the end of the article, so that we might move things along here.
The night opened with the Taiko Center of The Pacific. Currently under the masterful direction of Gabriel Ishida, this highly disciplined style of Japanese drumming is part dance, part rhythmic performance, with overtones of that remind one of martial arts. So stunning is the prowess of the Taiko performer, I pity the poor soul who runs afoul of one these masters, armed with their bachi. (Drumsticks) Each performance has a story and a dedicated ceremony from which the ikkyoku, or tune was derived. Taiko has an extensive lexicon, and history, so for more information on this artform, and this group of performers, please visit: http://users.lmi.net/taikousa/dictionary.html and www.taikoarts.com.
The spoken word and poetry slam segment of the evening involved both the insanely talented words presented by Youth Speaks, and the panel of celebrated writers, Kealoha, Mindy Nettifee, Amber Tablyn, Andrea Gibson, and Derrick Brown with musical accompaniment by Emily Wells.
When youth speaks Hawaii took the stage, I felt as if I was run over by a verbal steamroller. These young people are so immensely talented, and their words so powerful, it hit me with the unrelenting force of a Gatling gun! It is very fortunate that I was also invited to cover the 3rd annual Interscholastic Youth Speaks Hawaii Slam competition, so that I might have a chance to get to know these great young people and their work better. I will therefore reserve further judgment until that time, but I can say that I don’t anticipate being any less impressed!
Kealoha, local poetry slam trail blazer and founder of Hawaii Slam, among other things, got things started with a stirring poem about abuse and equality, and the aforementioned connection me all share the women who may be among those we are trying to protect.
Mindy Nettifee moved things along in her oddly slow paced and methodical style, beginning with a poem about the blues, and mouthing the bass line from “Stand by Me”, lulling us all into a false sense of security! She then kept the audience on its toes with her nonstop jabs at life’s little foibles and peeves, turning them into hilarious anecdotes of poetic justice! After delivering one such poem entitled, “Seven Things I Never Told My Sister”, she then announced that she was going to do “some serious stuff”. Her idea of this began with a poem called, “Dear Guardian Angel”, whish began, “Dear Guardian Angel: BACK OFF!” You get the idea. Mindy can be found at: myspace.com/thecultofmindy.
Amber Tamblyn is better known as TV’s Joan of Arcadia, a Golden Globe and Emmy nominee, among other things, but there is much more than meets the eye about this multi-faceted performer. As well as being an actor and poet she is also a writer, with several books under her belt, all with titles of which she claims not to know the meaning. She is at once emotionally accessible, wickedly funny, well balanced, and delivers pointedly cathartic slams, which lent a wonderfully complementary chemistry to her fellow performers. Like mirror moves on a chessboard, Amber seemed to match Mindy blow for blow, and laugh for laugh! An example of Amber’s quirky sense of turning angst into mirth was reflected in a poem entitled “Hate: A Love Poem”. For more on Amber’s colorful background and family, I strongly recommend doing a Google search on her background. Also look up Bonnie Tablyn, while you’re at it. Amber can be found at: myspace.com/ambertablyn.
Andrea Gibson: It’s hard for me to be objective about Andrea Gibson. Although Andrea admits to spitting in her furor as she Slams, this reviewer would consider it an honor to be in the front row as the poetry begins to flow, saliva mist or no. I would scarcely be able to differentiate the spit flying from Andrea’s lips from my own emotional reaction to her concerto of venomous verbal justice. I’m only glad to not be on the receiving end of Andrea Gibson’s indignant derision, and ironically enough, —perhaps because of the cathartic nature of her work— I found Andrea to be a delightfully amiable, accommodating and friendly person. It was a pleasure to make her acquaintance, and I can’t wait for the next time I get to see her recite her unique brand of socially significant poetry again!
Derrick Brown was described in Rolling Stone Magazine as being the “Darker side of Jude Law. He didn’t seem really comfortable with this, but nonetheless flattered. As I watched Derrick, I decided that a more accurate description would be that he is like a funnier version of Steve Carrel. After the show, I actually took a gamble, and ventured to mention this to Derrick, who perked up and remarked that it was one of the highest compliments he ever had! (I knew there was something I liked about this guy!) Mindy chipped in that he was much better looking than Steve, which I decided to concede to her female opinion in that matter. At one point during Derrick’s performance, The Multi-talented Emily Wells joined in as accompaniment, I believe for a poem entitled Kirasawa Champagne. I might be mistaken about that, as it was an evening of many interesting surprises, and outstanding entertainment! Whatever the case, he, Mindy and Amber made a great Combination, and were a counterweight to Andrea Gibson’s heavy-duty social commentary.
Derrick was followed by comic Ali Wong, who probably grows tired of any comparisons to Margaret Cho, other than to say she is gut wrenchingly funny! Besides, I found Ali to be very much the master her own approach to female comedy, and making any comparisons at all to other comics would be, in my estimation, just unfair. Between the humorous approach of the celebrity slam panel, and Ali’s stand up routine, I found myself in a relaxed state afterwards, my body coursing with endorphins from the deep belly rolls of laughter from these very clever and funny performers.
In addition to accompanying Derrick Brown during his set, Emily returned to the stage to close out the evening with her very interesting and eclectic style. as an artist, I have to respect and admire Emily as a musician who held out with the music companies in order to maintain creative control over her art. She is a living statement of artistic and personal empowerment, and seriously of kicks ass on the violin, too!
As previously mentioned, there are many people who make Girl Fest and Youth Speaks Hawaii possible, so without making this into an acceptance speech, I would like to give some credits, and few of my own shout-outs. A big salute goes out to the tireless efforts of Lyz Soto, Kathy Xian, Darron Cambra, Kealoha and TravisT, and all the other Girl Fest coordinators, volunteers and mentors of Youth Speaks, who deserve credit for their good work with the youth of Hawaii. My own personal thanks go out to Katie Whitman at The 808 Scene Zine, who was also a workshop teacher during Girl Fest, for giving me a shot at getting published, and Darron again for the Youth Speaks assignment, and for all his help in getting me connected. Also special shout-outs go to local scene moguls “SeE” and Jonathan at Ong King, and DJ Nocturna, just because.
Aloha!
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