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Last night was my first experience with the Blue Hawaiians live at
the Lava Lounge, Hollywood CA.
The show began with Jazzmaster-reverberated-chorus-distortion
feedback mixed with Mona-Loa-rumbling-Fender-bass lowness added to
voice-of-the-tiki-god-slide guitar and some un-earthly-vintage-
keyboard cascading around solid-wooden-Slingerland-sounding drum
beats.
All Vintage Fender amplification...LOUD (Fender loud, I like to
say)...but the Lava Lounge is a dinky dive.
Power, sweat, energy and fun. Twenty-something year old females
dancing and gyrating on top of the bar...Thirty-somethings belly-
dancing-hula-hula at the edge of the banstand...guys looking stupid,
drinking beers and expensive hawaiian cocktails...the brave ones
daring to dance with the musically-intoxicated native dancing
enchantresses.
If you ever have the opportunity to see these guys, DO IT WITHOUT
RESERVATION!
Not retro, not trad, they defy my skills of definition...it's hard to
actually describe to you what they are...and what they do...but here
goes nothing:
Sonic-noir-betrayal-dance-in-your-ex-girlfriend's-sweat-music?
Surely...
Feedback-traveling-through-the-future-into-the-past-ends-up-on-
Mullholland-Drive-and-Chinatown-music? Absolutely...
Viva-Las-Vegas-Shaking-All-Over-Sway-Electric-Steel-Guitar-Fender-
feedback-music? Undoubtedly...
a cult clique? Maybe...
a darn good show? Definately, don't miss it!
DP
