Remember that there is no perfect life, just perfect moments. And it’s these moments you must cherish; it’s these moments that make the whole journey worthwhile. — Ritu Ghatourey
In a few days, I’ll be performing at the 2015 Hawaiian Slack Key Guitar Festival — specifically at the New Jersey and Virginia shows — and it simply blows my mind. Seriously. I have been a fan of the festivals for at least 15 years having attended multiple shows on Oahu, Maui, and Kauai. For over 30 years, the festivals have been THE place to spend a day watching all your idols play on a single stage.
I bought my first real six string, not at the five-and-dime but at Rondo Music on Route 22 in Union, New Jersey. It was the Summer of 1990. Less than a year later, I was playing electric guitar in SmackHead strumming punk/hardcore, reggae, and ska with band mates who would become life-long friends. We had to keep upgrading to bigger, more powerful amplifiers just to keep up with Jason, the loudest drummer I’ve heard to this day. Those were great times.
By 1996, I was living and working in Boston. Because my wife was born and raised in Honolulu, I had found Hawaiian music. The Best of the Beamer Brothers, John Keawe and HAPA were playing on the compact disc player (remember those?) set to repeat. But seeing is believing and my first live show — Raymond Kane, George Kahumoku, Jr. and Keola Beamer at the Somerville Theatre — changed my guitar playing forever. I traded in my Marshall Stack for a Taylor acoustic guitar with koa back and sides. Maybe it was Keola’s nahenahe guitar playing or George’s masterful storytelling. Perhaps it was seeing Uncle Raymond’s triumph of the human spirit — the man performed beautifully despite needing the assistance of an oxygen tank to breathe due to severe emphysema.
In later years, I was blessed to spend time with and learn from all three masters that graced the stage that day. Not only can the music move you; but for fans, the musicians can be so accessible, nurturing, and encouraging. I’ll forever cherish the memories of driving to Wai?anae for a guitar lesson and lesson in aloha with Uncle Raymond and his wife Auntie Elodia. He was a role model and a mentor to generations. Like it was yesterday, I recall his booming “aloha” greeting upon pulling up to the big mango tree in front of his house and his “you one sly mongoose” when you played a passage just right. Just as Uncle Raymond had brought fish to his guitar teacher, I tried my best to bring a gift – fresh vegetables from my mother-in-law’s garden or a container of poi. A nod to tradition in modern times.
My plan was never to play on stage. From the comfort of my living room, my simple goal was to play my guitar, trying my best to emulate the guys (and gals too – Cindy Combs and Owana Salazar!) who wowed me on stage. Over time, though, I have come to realize that the language of music dies in solitude and flourishes when shared. Thank you, Milton Lau for the opportunity and privilege to be a part of the Hawaiian Slack Key Guitar Festival that I have enjoyed watching for so many years. I hope that I will do the masters proud. With slack key, they always say that whatever you do, just be sure to play from the heart. The music and stories pull at your heartstrings, and in my case, they still haven’t let go.
Please come out to support the Hawaiian Slack Key Guitar Festivals this weekend in New Jersey, Virginia, and New York. If you do, make it a point to say “Hi” before or after the show. What’s your Hawaiian music story?
- Friday, April 24 – Main Stage in Blackwood, NJ
- Saturday, April 25 – Wolf Trap in Vienna, VA
- Sunday, April 26 – SubCulture in New York, NY
Thanks HuffPost Hawaii for publishing my post. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/andrew-wang/my-adventures-in-hawaiian-slack-key-guitar_b_7114106.html
I fell in love with Hawaiian slack key guitar almost immediately upon moving to Hawaii in 1994. I was blessed to see Bruddah Iz perform live several times in the years before he passed away. But my true love became Hawaiian slack key guitar as embodied by Uncle Raymond, for one. I never got to see Uncle Raymond play while he was alive, but I ordered the video tape “Ki-Ho-Alu, That’s Slack Key Guitar.” It came with a hand-written note from Uncle Raymond himself. This note is one of my treasured possessions, and cherished memories of my time living in Hawaii. I recently purchased a guitar and determined myself to learn to play slack-key myself. I’m 55 and its been lovely learning to make such sweet island sounds come from the guitar, but… I need a teacher. I dearly wish I could find a teacher in northern Virginia, where I live now. I hope I can catch the next performance of Hawaiian guitar music here in Virginia at Wolf Trap, The Birchmere, or wherever. I never get tired of listening to that lovely island music.
Thank you very much.
Do you teach slack key? Or do you know anyone you can recommend who can teach me via Skype. I live in Central New York. I have played guitar for a long time. I am good at fingerstyle. I have taken a workshop in Hawaii–Keoki Kahumoku’s workshop on the Big Island, and had some lessons with David Keawe and Keoki. I cannot afford to go to the Maui workshop.