When I travel I end up blowing a bunch of money at book and CD shops getting all the stuff and selection that Heritage Canada would keep from us - reasonably priced obscure American history and regional US music in particular. Not to mention a decent variety of jerky.  I know there is a Federal branch withholding the jerky supply.  Don't ask me how I know it.  I just know it. 

Yesterday, in the mad rush I picked up a compilation called Hawaiian Slack Key Guitar Masters. When I were but a lad in university, I was known to frequent establishments of a certain kind with a group that included a lad from Hawaii. He was wont to express himself affirmatively after a number of cocktails and a favorite was shouting or mumbling (if it was later) "if you ain't Hawai'ian, you ain't shit!" I add that apostrophe as sort of a gutteral stop that you have to impose 2/3s of the way along the word to get it right. I never got it right.

But fair enough, thought I at the time and now I see his point perhaps. The slack key guitar is very pleasant, beachy at dusk with lots of accoustic reverb and drumming drone - kind of a slow happier blues.  The players of such have a support group of sorts.  It sort of reminds me of the guitar on that CD by The Henrys I picked up.