I’ve always been a big Toni Childs fan, particularly of her awesome songwriting ability — her music is a powerful mix of Detroit soul, rock sensibility and Third-World influence — but she pretty much flies under the radar. She had some decent hits in the late ’80s, notably “Don’t Walk Away,” but then she got the double whammy of contracting Graves’ Disease and bouncing record labels. It was a period when panicked record companies were ditching artists. Childs moved to Hawaii — I think Kauai — emerging once in a while to write award-winning songs.
She’s always been more popular in New Zealand and Australia than in the U.S., which is our loss. Anyway, I ran across the above video, filmed just a few months ago at a gig in New Zealand, showing that Childs is just as cool as ever. Which makes me happy.
OK, here’s another one, an all-star jam:
And here’s an absolute pirate version of “Zimbabwae” also recorded recently in a small club.
My high-school senior yearbook, Radford High School 1971, is stashed somewhere in the house and I haven’t been able to find it for years. I know it’s there somewhere, I just can’t put my finger on it. Astonishingly, I graduated from high school 40 years ago this spring. (And a hearty WTF?!?! to you too.) It seems like just yesterday that I borrowed my pal Kathy’s yearbook and used it to create a “virtual” yearbook, putting my entire senior class and other information online. But no, that was back in the deep, dark ’90s, when I created Web sites by writing HTML in Simpletext and uploaded them via a dial-up connection. It was fun and consuming, like solving a puzzle, although to do it that way today would be simply crazy.
The “yearbook” bounced around various hosts and subhosts, most recently residing on my catch-all pacifichistory.net site. That is, until a few days ago, when I registered radford1971.com and ported the Yearbook over there. Now it has its own dedicated site; http://www.radford1971.com, and the idea is to update and modernize the coding and contents.
The deal is that Radford High School’s student population was, and remains, largely military dependents. Where other kids tend to keep in contact after school, because they grew up in the same community, military kids scatter to the winds and contact is lost. Conversely, as Mary Wertsch pointed out in her seminal sociological study “Military Brats,” military kids tend to look back on their high-school days with the same fond gauziness that most Americans view their home town. High school was the closest most of us came to sense of belonging to a civilian community, outside of the martial legacies of the various military services.
Yes, I’m in the photo above, sitting next to the beauteous and brilliant Mary Cole. Like most of us, she turned out A-OK.
There’s a whole area on this bird where somebody practiced drilling out rivets, but did a half-assed job. The inner stubs were still there — which is why I didn’t notice this before — and need to be completely drilled out. So that’s what the game plan was today. Every fifth rivet or so has a Clekos temporary rivet holding the metal in place
Here are some panorama stitches of the harbor at La Mariana Sailing Club. Click at least twice on the images to see detail. Look around, and you’ll see sunken boats, piers that have been ripped off and are drifting away (with boats attached), huge chunks of broken, floating walkways, and boat owners trying to lasso their runaway craft. Just behind me from these angles is the La Mariana restaurant, and I’m happy to report it seems unscathed.
Anybody else get any sleep? We dodged a really big bullet last night, one that you don’t know how big until it’s right in your face.
A couple of notes. It was a high-definition disaster in Japan, and the TV feeds — particularly the raw stuff in HD from NHK — were breathtaking, and awful to witness too.
And it’s clear that Civil Defense in Hawaii needs some beachside webcams on the neighbor islands.
I was amused by this defaced sign at the beach in Half Moon Bay, California. Reminded me a of a bumper sticker I saw the other day: KAILUA WAS BEAUTIFUL UNTIL THE HAOLES CAME. It was on the bumper of a monster truck. Go figure.