A little bit Barrel House Annie, a little bit Henry Rollins, a lot twin-distorto ukulele. What more could you ask for? Digging through the file cabinet in search of a receipt for the tax man, I found an old copy of Kiss My Pineapple, a wonderfully irreverent ukulele zine put out by Beth and Pamela. If I were to segue from punk rock to traditional Hawaiian music (now look here!) I would certainly go through these lovely ladies I was lucky enough to see live a couple times in SF's late Chameleon Club.
Now where's that dang receipt.
Na Moku Eha
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