This Was A


An Off-Continent production of
A Chorus Line--Hawaiian-style?

No.  I don't think so.

But the audience was quite excited.

Note our tour guide lifting her glass in luau...weee salute.

[The open bar offered unlimited free drinks of all kinds!]

And the band played on and on and on...

And on, Hawaiian style--of course.

This colorful fella was a past and present
Master of the Dead Pan...

    We had drunk the drinks and enjoyed the music and Mr. Pan--Hawaiian-style--took us out of the huge outdoor amphitheater.
    It appears he had playfully lead us down the jolly green path into a thickly tangled jungle.  And I'm certain it would have pleased his seeming dry sense of humor to have directed us into such an ancient native trap.
    Well I'll confess!
    Taint so.
    He actually took us outside near the beach, on a nice wide, grassy area.
    This is where he manfully directed all the people to sit down.  But even then it was difficult to see though the mass of people.  A lotta folk had gathered around this rather comic "MC" and I was trying to shoot pictures around and between and some times over their heads.
    So, when I got home, I cheated a bit.
    With a little help of a PC graphic program I was able to have my revenge and simply cover the unwanted human strangers with foliage.
    Thusly, I made this half naked "savage" peter of the pans even more impressive, I do believe.
    Interestingly enough, I think he actually smiled a couple of times.
    Part of his act was to show us how to open a coconut, in case we got thirsty, I suppose, in this jungle on the beach.  The structure behind him was part of the Maui Marriott Hotel, which was presenting this spectacle of an on-Maui production of a super Luau Hawaian-style.
    The picture on your right is, again, given the FX foliage treatment to erase people with far more interesting, lush, tropic ferns and brush.  The placement of the two men is exactly as they were in real life--no body, or outta body, movements done here.
    This other man was weaving a wonderful basket right before our eyes, not saying a word, as Mr. Dead Pan continued working the audience for fun and laughs.  I actually think some of the interplay did cause him to respond with the suggestion of a smile and the crackle of laughter.  In any case, he put on a great show!
    Then, suddenly, as if he couldn't control himself, he ripped off most of his clothing and made a furious leap at a palm tree, scampering up its trunk like an overly excited monkey.

My camera shivered and shook in its desperation to capture this amazing feat of energy.

Thus the outta focus

But it ended his feature part of the show.


    Behind us, near the beach, they were gathering the wonderful food for their hungry guests.
    One could almost imagine what it must have been like centuries ago:
    The warm Hawaiian breezes must have caressed over the Maui Kings & Queens and their subjects--just as the wind gods were now blowing along the beaches.  These ancient people, like us, must have been truly anxious to enjoy a down right "sensual" feast of food, drink, music and dance!

    I could hear it right then.

    The savage beat beat beat of the primitive tom tom, making ready for the festivities about to begin.  Distant, throbbing sounds, matching the soft crash of the ocean waves.

Imagination.  Of course.
I'm sure.

    And my imagination was workin' overtime!

    When would the show begin?
    When would the food and drink be offered up for the hungry audience to devour?
    Most importantly, of course,  what about the visual feast of seductive, erotic native dancers, bent on satisfying all the imagined hungers of men and women alike.
    Don't tell me those island people didn't know how to give a party.
    They were masters at real entertainment--Hawaiian-style, of course!

 An ancient Maui feast was almost ready!

The tom-tom beat beat beat went on and on!
Was it really only imagination?

We were herded back to the amphitheater.

Were they hearing jungle drums, too?

The cameraman is somewhat exhausted.  Apparently.

Perhaps a bit on the hungry side...
And dazed by the murmur of distant, mythical drums.

By now everybody was desperately ready for...

The beast of the feast.

The pig was actually about to be "hatched" out of the pit.
It had been there for unknown hours,
slowly baking away in this huge primitive oven.

I managed to capture the action here; barely!

They lifted the pig skyward, out of its fiery hot rock cave.
It was about to be carved up for dinner.

While our lady-in-waiting was enjoying her free drinks.

Which one should she sip?
Decisions decisions!

I imagined jungle drums with dinner.

     Maybe it was simply an undercurrent of the music being played in the background--perhaps my much over-worked imagination.  But they seemed to murmur with an insistent rhythm throughout our amazing meal.  The food was devoured long before any pictures could be taken--and all I remember is poi, poi, poi, meat, meat, meat and strangely purplish colored potatoes.  I had approached the poi with some rather open, desperately anxious concern and all but overwhelming reluctance--having known about its bland reputation for many years.  Surprisingly it was quite interesting when used as a dip for the Bar-B-Qed pig, as suggested.  Salads and desserts were also added to satisfy even us modern, 20th century guests.

After dinner we waited only a short time before the action really started!
Darkness, had, by now, settled down upon the stage and The Show was about to begin.

The jungle tom toms!
Beat Beat Beat.

This was the real thing!
For only a moment I wondered then realized:


The Chorus Line--Hawaiian-style.

The show was on--with a spectacle of Maui dancers.

Plus what appears here to be
A Fire Eating Warrior!


And just another set of
Dancing Maidens.


To say nothing about the
Fire Swinging Male
Side Show

    The dancers were really put to their tasks.  One wild number followed another. Each more demanding, each with different costumes.
    From what the MC kept telling us, in his running dialog, it would have seemed they were flying in countless dance troupes from many of the South Pacific Islands, to show off their own authentic ritual dances.   But, alas, all of these routines were done by the same small group of highly talented, energetic young men and women.  They had to know all of the complex amazing variations of island dance.

    The MC sometimes sang island songs, and other times revealed neat bits about the history of each native dance.
    The male dancers offered up wildly dynamic routines.  Warrior dances bent on showing off their manly skills to the lovely maidens in the audience.   Their muscular bodies rippled in the dim lights.  They leaped at the stage, as if in frentic conquest, feet accenting the more basic and demanding pound of the drums.  At times they arrived with flaming torches, to create amazing light shows.

    The female dancers were, of course, another matter.  Young maidens,  strikingly seductive with their undulating hips and arms gracefully swaying in the air--as if drawing the audience into an imaginary embrace?
    The delicious promise of it all!
    But, alas, it was merely the suggestion and subtle implication--a visual FX to merely tease the audience with an illusion of what it must have been like to go native.
    Then after a while they left the stage, to change costumes.
    The show alternated between maiden and "warrior" dancers.
    It is difficult to imagine what the women folk in the audience were inspired to dream while watching those half naked male dancers.  Those guys were merely showing off their handsome, muscular bods.  Dramatically, of course; skillful as hell!   Even then all they seem to do was bounce around, grunting and swinging powerful torches of fire.  Well, hate to admit it, they were impressive.  I suppose.
    But when the women came on stage--well that was somewhat different.  I mean!  Wow!  Talk about exciting!  Talk about thrilling!  Talk about skill, and all that good, wonderful visual FX!
    I kinda guessed something quite basic was being served up.
    And it wasn't my imagination, either, this time!
    Ah, the rhythmic sway of those lovely maiden hips, the swoop and movement of their slim, delicious bodies.
    It was obvious!
    They were offering up a subtle display of what must have been, originally, nothing short of open, erotic invitation to practice some vaguely primitive fertility rites.
    For surely these dances were conceived by tribal folk who had a simple concept of sensuality.  To them the dance was an outright invitation.  These feasts were not just a couple of hours of show, not even merely one day affairs, but usually extended over several days and nights.  It was a common practice, in many such early tribal societies, for the young men and women to slip off to a local hut, or find some special romantic setting, or on the beach to take the dance to its ultimate conclusion!
    The show left little to the imagination as to how effective those ancient rites must have been on the young--and old--members of the tribe.  And the call of those lovely young bodies, so openly inviting unspoken promises, was a raw reminder of how things had been in those long ago days.
     Shocking.  No doubt!  Who, in modern times, would consider such a blatant display of free love as being socially acceptable.  Why, we're civilized!
    Can you imagine what would happen if young people went out at night to the local disco or swing dance, and acted so wild and wanton?
    It staggers the imagination.
    Aren't we all thankful for our own society's high moral standards?  Surely we are blessed in modern times!
   And thank the Gods of Maui for these wonderful luau shows.  For they offered a safe visual display of ancient traditions.  A blunt warning us of what once was, and is no more.

    That night we got a continual demonstration of one ancient fertility rite after another.
    And regardless of any illusions or imagined invitations, these dancers were marvelous, highly talented performers.  They put on a real Lu-WOWeee show!

And the dance went on...

And the dancers danced
and danced
on and
on and on.

Dancing for eternity to the
Beat of the Jungle Drums.

     And, perhaps, they are still dancing, endlessly, each and every night of the week.  Driving the audiences wild with amazement and stunned excitement.  Performing before new tourists who have come to enjoy the

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