Otokichi

A Tom Petty tribute tune
 

Hawaii musicians do indeed go to exotic locations as they play their music at venues featuring World or Native music. Put your Ruby slippers on, and say...;)

Strolling around YouTube, looking for something else, I ran across someone who has Something Significant To Say, musically.

Strolling around YouTube, looking for something else, I ran across someone who has Something Significant To Say, musically.

I didn't join 15 years ago, but I do my best to *bump* the "All Things Music" subset. Ever since Last.fm terminated all forums and fan posts, I've been hanging out here to see if there is "Life on Mars." (It seems to be very sparse.)
Folks in search of Music on the Interweb don't have many choices these days, between "Buy 'N Large" (Apple) or "We Think You Like This?" (Spotify). For really obscure music, I sometimes drop by CD Baby, if a "Toy Cows in Africa"-like track catches my eye/ear on YouTube.
So now I travel the "Roads to Moscow" while "Dancing in the Moonlight," on the way to "Scarborough Fair.";)  Patrick Abe
 

I didn't join 15 years ago, but I do my best to *bump* the "All Things Music" subset. Ever since Last.fm terminated all forums and fan posts, I've been hanging out here to see if there is "Life on Mars." (It seems to be very sparse.)
Folks in search of Music on the Interweb don't have many choices these days, between "Buy 'N Large" (Apple) or "We Think You Like This?" (Spotify). For really obscure music, I sometimes drop by CD Baby, if a "Toy Cows in Africa"-like track catches my eye/ear on YouTube.
So now I travel the "Roads to Moscow" while "Dancing in the Moonlight," on the way to "Scarborough Fair.";)  Patrick Abe
 

Thirty years ago, Kelly DeLima formed "Kapena," a "Brownbags to Stardom" contest Kaimuki high school band that went on to bigger and better things. Brothers Tivaini and Teimomi Tatofi returned to Tonga to start families, and Kelly eventually got his kids to play. A reunion happened recently, and local music program "Hi Sessions" recaptured that old Reggae magic.
Who/what is "Kapena"?
What is "Masese" about?
So, what else did Kapena do?

These were the days when the Vietnam War and the Draft weighed heavily on this run-of-the-mill college student. The dream began with waking up for morning classes and passing through an area under construction. Then there's the sound of snapping cables, shouts of "look out!" a sudden pain in the head, then darkness. I awake, shivering on a metal table, covered by a sheet. Still feeling a little woozy, I get up halfway and see someone in a white uniform. He's got the strangest look of horror on his face, as he sputters something, then runs out of the room.
I look around and see some containers with bloody matter, bits of bone, hair, and a brain. What a headache, I think to myself, and reach for the top of my head. WHAT IS THIS? Instead of flesh and hair, I feel something metallic. Frantically, I look around the room for a mirror. Who is that wearing a metal hat? I wonder. I blink, and it blinks. I move my hand and it does too. I can dimly make out some blinking lights on "my hat." There's a tag on my toe...with My Name On It! Taking another look at the containers, I see my name and a case number on a label. So that's why that guy in white ran out of the room, he's surprised that I'm...Alive? 
Still a little foggy, I search the room for clothes or something to wear and Get Outta There! In the distance, I can hear a commotion, so I take what's available and exit the room. Still not myself, I find a room to rest in before figuring out my next move. I hear the voices of people in the room I just left. "Where is the subject?" "He was supposed to be dead, that's why I skedaddled." "The government is gonna skeedaddle you into jail if we don't find that experimental subject right now!" "Can you track it with the control box?" "Only at close range, I wasn't counting on that dead student coming back to life." I'm that "dead student"? Panic sets in, but I wait until the group moves to another room before making a break for the street.
Hey, where am I? This doesn't look anything like Hawaii, more like a mainland small town. Then it hits me, this is a military base! I should have figured that out from the military uniform and cap I scrounged on my way out. I try to remember what I was taught in high school junior ROTC, saluting officers and trying to look like I fit in. Now what? I had made it out of the base, to a town just outside the gates. Then I woke up, as ordinary as any other college student. Hey, it's time for morning classes, so I gotta hurry... 

Sheriff Andy sings!

And now for something completely different...from David Benoit.