Spreading the aloha in LA

I’m closing my eyes, absorbing the fullness of this sound, receiving the music of this Hawaiian with his slack-key guitar, this artist telling the stories of the secret valleys and the stately mountains of Hawai’i Nei, the stories of the people who knew those trees and those peaks.

I’m closing my eyes, absorbing the fullness of this sound, receiving the music of this Hawaiian with his slack-key guitar, this artist telling the stories of the secret valleys and the stately mountains of Hawai’i Nei, the stories of the people who knew those trees and those peaks.