12-18-2011, 03:28 PM
Ah, then you were close enough to see her painted eyelids, KeaauRich. After I realized what had happened, the horror set in and I couldn't quite find the words, "Hi, you just emerged from a concert expecting to see an adoring public, but the first person you ran into was me and I stared through you as if you weren't there because I knew you were a beautiful woman with a nice looking guy and I didn't want to stare at you although I didn't realize it was YOU, I thought I was being polite, but HEY I am like the hugest Amy fan on the planet except for maybe, your brother Eric and...."
pog. I use an iPhone, but I confused you. I was looking at a picture, and not taking one. The picture is a simple architectural design of the facade of the Palace and is posted to the right of the center door as you enter the theatre. I knew she was going to sign CD's, but for some reason I thought she would be carried there on a litter, or would materialize there after traveling through a transporter. It never occurred to me that she would just WALK THROUGH THE DOOR in human space and IN THIS DIMENSIONON. I had been waiting a long time to see her, and played her recordings over and over and kind of talked her up, which is how my friends knew to get tickets (they had never heard of her and they live here).
I blame my general disorientation and disbelief that I am here. I am just glad I didn't say "Why are you impersonating Amy Hanaialii Gilliom?
Anyway, here is what I would put on a postcard to her: 1) I know who you are -- you are the best selling female Hawaiian vocalist of ALL TIME, 2) You can take any song and improve on the original, 3) I would recognize your voice in two notes, 4) You brought power to the Hawaiian language, belting it out and making anyone who didn't grasp every syllable want to try to understand, 5) I failed to recognize you and did not speak to you because when I really idolize someone, I am struck absolutely dumb if they appear in front of me, except for Lucinda Williams. I was able to talk to her because I had just had two Bloody Marys and it was only ten in the morning and I think she was a little loopy, too. Don't be like Lucinda. I can't even understand a word she says anymore. See, I talked to Lucinda. I also talked to the QUEEN OF ENGLAND (it was a brief conversation -- I don't want to exaggerate....oh, wait.....I'm Southern --yes I do!).
But come back, and please come back to Hilo. You have a really huge fan here! No -- not that guy who signaled ten people to get up and leave before your encore, thinking, perhaps, he was at Qualcomm Stadium and had a strategy for avoiding the immense traffic leaving an event. Not that guy. Me! I am huge fan! I am pretty sure the others made up for me and that guy who was thinking, "Hey, we can get to our car faster than they can and all we have to do is miss the encore -- the one where you are summoning the gods of rain and turning what some see as a negative about Hilo into an anthem of worship".
Is there an aumakua of second chances? Or at least an aumakua who sends messages so sharp and clear that they pierce the clouds and make them cry buckets of rain to say I'm sorry that when you emerged from the theatre I didn't say this: Thank you for bringing your tremendous gift to Hilo. Come again. I invoke the rain god to say that I'll be here, lei in hand.
pog. I use an iPhone, but I confused you. I was looking at a picture, and not taking one. The picture is a simple architectural design of the facade of the Palace and is posted to the right of the center door as you enter the theatre. I knew she was going to sign CD's, but for some reason I thought she would be carried there on a litter, or would materialize there after traveling through a transporter. It never occurred to me that she would just WALK THROUGH THE DOOR in human space and IN THIS DIMENSIONON. I had been waiting a long time to see her, and played her recordings over and over and kind of talked her up, which is how my friends knew to get tickets (they had never heard of her and they live here).
I blame my general disorientation and disbelief that I am here. I am just glad I didn't say "Why are you impersonating Amy Hanaialii Gilliom?
Anyway, here is what I would put on a postcard to her: 1) I know who you are -- you are the best selling female Hawaiian vocalist of ALL TIME, 2) You can take any song and improve on the original, 3) I would recognize your voice in two notes, 4) You brought power to the Hawaiian language, belting it out and making anyone who didn't grasp every syllable want to try to understand, 5) I failed to recognize you and did not speak to you because when I really idolize someone, I am struck absolutely dumb if they appear in front of me, except for Lucinda Williams. I was able to talk to her because I had just had two Bloody Marys and it was only ten in the morning and I think she was a little loopy, too. Don't be like Lucinda. I can't even understand a word she says anymore. See, I talked to Lucinda. I also talked to the QUEEN OF ENGLAND (it was a brief conversation -- I don't want to exaggerate....oh, wait.....I'm Southern --yes I do!).
But come back, and please come back to Hilo. You have a really huge fan here! No -- not that guy who signaled ten people to get up and leave before your encore, thinking, perhaps, he was at Qualcomm Stadium and had a strategy for avoiding the immense traffic leaving an event. Not that guy. Me! I am huge fan! I am pretty sure the others made up for me and that guy who was thinking, "Hey, we can get to our car faster than they can and all we have to do is miss the encore -- the one where you are summoning the gods of rain and turning what some see as a negative about Hilo into an anthem of worship".
Is there an aumakua of second chances? Or at least an aumakua who sends messages so sharp and clear that they pierce the clouds and make them cry buckets of rain to say I'm sorry that when you emerged from the theatre I didn't say this: Thank you for bringing your tremendous gift to Hilo. Come again. I invoke the rain god to say that I'll be here, lei in hand.