With the first signs of summer the islands blossom into song. Good friends from Oakland, Chris Grampp and his lovely wife Nina Feldman, came to our little nest in the Pacific and we enjoyed a Kanikapila at my house with them. They left us with several contrapuntal pieces we immediately adopted into our schizophrenic songbook. Mahalo Chris and Nina, please think of us stranded in the sea, while you travel to all those neat music camps on the mainland this summer.
Compulsive photographer Jack Grace is finally captured on film, oops not film, but this is how he appears most often, sort of a genial cyclops. And finally the fabulous Hula Sisters made their way to the club joining Kumu Robyn for a surprise mass hula. These are the sisters that were all once so shy that such a thing was impossible. We have danced together for years and somehow they all snapped out of their shells at once like a massive field of flowers all bursting into bloom. Not me though, I stayed on my perch and played the song. More better that way I think. It's wonderful how music and dance bring us together. Well done girls! And now that they are so good they have agreed to grace us once more at our upcoming CD release party later this month. Be there or be square! With love and Aloha, The Honeys.....

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