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My Own Little Rapa Nui

I'm getting ready to leave for the Detroit area tomorrow on business. A quick perusal of Citysearch would seem to indicate that nothing much is shaking in Motown these days, although jazz bassist Stanley Clarke is playing there on the 11th. I'm tempted to go see him just to relive the heady jazz-fusion days of my wasted youth, but with my luck, he's probably gone country or something.

In other news, we put in an offer on house today, and got ready to list our old one. The place we want to buy has a large, partially finished basement. I've been hot to build a home tiki bar for a couple of years, so I did a little searching on the topic, and came up with some very cool things that other people have done, although most of them would be quite impractical for me to attempt.

The Humuhumu Room is simply incredible, a restaurant quality home bar. Dunno if I can afford to build something that lavish, at least not right away. Big Jim's Tiki Bar would probably fall more within my budget. Dig the Tom Jones cutout.

If I had my druthers, and lived someplace where the weather was a bit more temperate, I'd probably build my bar outdoors like this faboo Island Outpost or backyard tiki hut. Sigh. It must remain a dream for now.

Catch you all on the Flipside!

Comments

Stanley Clarke has emphatically *not* gone country. He's still turning out the kind of fusion that you know and love, and which I (intemperately) can't listen to without wondering where the hell it's going.

Right now, I'm listening to Herb Geller, West Coast saxophonist extraordinaire, and his sextet. To borrow a phrase from some horrible marketing effort, "now that's what I call music."