Sure, we all feel it, deep inside our Aloha shirts and between our toes. DETR is a little dated, broadcasting to the world that Tiki Culture needs new blood, new inspiration, a new direction a little north of the reef where it has been stranded for these many lonely decades.
The music needs refreshing, not a new rhythm but a new interpretation.
The drinks need a new recipe, something with a little less sugar.
The carvings need a touch more animation.
The bars could use a few more talkative parrots!
The Tiki Bible (Sven Kirsten's The Book of Tiki) needs a New Testament. Urban Archeology speaks to a dead culture, not the life and future of what could be. Those unique and wonderful art forms that defined the 1950's and 1960's need to retro themselves right back into today in a way that can entice the neighborhood women to your personal Tiki Bar every weekend. It needs something fresh! It needs something enticing to the kids that the torchbearers, you the Tiki faithful, have always understood - tropical magic.
We need a Tiki island that can lure the lost sailors, all over the world, back to those shores of virgin sand, cool coconut exlirers and far away eyes. Music that can bring the smells of night blooming flowers right up out of your hungry hearts. Stories that can let you taste those forbidden salty kisses once again.
Let the torchbearers return first and claim their maidens, their hammocks and become the new Kings of Tiki for the new generations just offshore, aching to swim toward the green mountain peaks as soon as the conch shell is blown.
You, the believers know it well. The new age of Tiki is approaching. Gather your coconuts.
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