Black Flamingo, upstairs.
Downstairs, Soul Time in Brooklyn.
Filipe Zapelini.
Renata Do Valle.
Dancefloor.
Roger Bong.
Marco Weibel.
Vinyl shelf for the DJs at Black Flamingo.
Roger outside Black Flamingo.
Marco borrowed an E&S rotary mixer from his friend Jin. It was my first time on a rotary, and I really enjoyed it! (But wasn't very good at it, ha!). Fortunately, I tried one out earlier that day at The Mixtape Shop, a small record and coffee shop in Williamsburg. Marco linked us with that in-store gig too, and oddly enough I had ordered a 12-inch from the shop via Discogs a month prior, so instead of having them ship the album to Hawaii (which can take four weeks, it's crazy), I picked it up in-store. It was faster that way, anyway (thanks, Brian!).
All in all, the party was a blast. Filipe opened with some heady tunes, Renata really got the night going with choice tunes, I gave the crowd a taste of Hawaii with all vinyl from the islands, and Marco took the party to next level with flawless mixing and flawless selection. The latter part of the night we switched off by playing any kine records we wanted. My last tune of the evening was this 12-inch by Arlanda Kealoha that I've kind of fallen for after coming across her cassette album last year.
The day prior — the day we landed — Marco invited us to The Lot Radio. I played an hour's worth of mellow Hawaiian tunes on an beautiful, clear day in Brooklyn. Filipe and Lei were cruising outside in the sun while enjoying the broadcast (jealous!). Following me was DJ Complexion from London — dope set! We also met a guy who was wearing a Sig On Smith t-shirt, turns out he's a friend of Kuhao's. The Lot serves beer and coffee. Filipe had a couple of drinks while we hung out. I think I had iced coffee? Can't remember. You can listen to & watch that broadcast here.
The Mixtape Shop.
Brian of The Mixtape Shop.
Marco and Roger at The Lot Radio.
Tuesday we descended upon BAM with Izik, Sean, the FLUX crew, the owners of Paiko, and chef Sheldon Simeon for our main event.
To make the BAM performance collaborative, we decided that not only would I DJ in between Izik's sets, but that I would curate songs related to the three themes Izik would sing about — ʻōhiʻa lehua, water, and the heavens. Izik would then select lyrics from those tunes and incorporate them into spoken word interludes between songs. Then, when Izik went off-stage for a quick costume and make-up change for his next set, I would pop in and play those tunes he referenced. It was the best idea we had to bridge the past and present as well as intertwine Izik's modern musical output with my archival approach to discovering and sharing music from Hawaii.
Sean Connelly created the visuals for our performance using massive amounts of data points related to Hawaii, which in retrospect I still can't quite explain: buoy data from nearby parts of the Pacific, ahupua‘a of O‘ahu, wind data across the islands, stuff like that. It was mesmerizing to watch as our music filled the room. I hope we can do this kind of thing again.
Izik and his singers, as seen from Roger's turntable setup.
David Bryant at Smalls.
After BAM we all headed to a bar in Williamsburg, I don't recall which one. But it was on the ride to our AirBnb from BAM that I asked Alika Lyman for a jazz club recommendation. He messaged me on Facebook and then 30 seconds later texted me — "this is urgent, you must go to Smalls tonight!" Without hesitation, but not without a couple of drinks first, Lei and I split from the group and took a Lyft into the city, walked down into the basement that is Smalls, and enjoyed the fiery, enriching sounds of the Abraham Burton Quartet. We arrived in time for the quartet's final set just before the after hours jam session began. Thanks Alika for the tip!
Our final day in Brooklyn we made a point to hit a couple records stores. Over to Human Head Records where Phil Sticky Dojah and Shawn Dub welcomed us into the shop and introduced us to the co-owner, Travis Klein. There was also a cute greyhound napping in the sunlit window, but I didn't catch its name. Picked up a few things, but really enjoyed our conversations with the crew more than anything.
Marco met us there and quickly took to the bins — he stayed behind while Lei and I made our way over to Superior Elevation. It was late afternoon by then, and SE wasn't far from Roberta's pizza... and we hadn't really eaten since the morning... so we bought some wax and grabbed a couple of free stickers from the shop, then made our way to Roberta's for our last pie before heading home to Honolulu.
Human Head Records.
Roger at Human Head.
Superior Elevation.
Actually, we had a short layover in Seattle on the way back and met my grandparents for lunch at a pizza place in Mt. Baker. It was delicious. They hadn't been to New York since that trip we took more than a decade ago.
A lot of things have changed since then, in New York and in our lives. Grandpa took a spill earlier this year and was now steadily recovering with daily physical therapy. I didn't have my skateboard with me to explore the cityscape (lots of records for gigs, though). We had our smartphones this time, and found our way to coffeeshops and dim sum spots with ease — not without worrying about dwindling battery life. We also now have Aloha Got Soul, whereas back then I had a few rough tracks burned to CD-Rs.
After our trip, I was grateful to be sitting there with my family, sharing slices of pizza and trading stories, the autumn trees a bright yellow-orange-red outside. New York didn't really have those colors — too much concrete, evidently — and Honolulu simply never does. The last leg of our journey allowed us to briefly enjoy the splendor of fall and family before returning home to the islands.
Pizza, somewhere in Chelsea, New York.
Mahalo to FLUX for making this trip possible, and Marco for putting so many of the pieces together for Soul Time in Brooklyn to happen.
We hope to see some of you in mid-December when Thundercat plays his first gig in Hawaii.
Thanks for reading.