Post #338646 by Psycho Tiki D on Mon, Oct 15, 2007 6:07 PM

I wish there was a way to go back in my mind's eye to see the things I saw as a child growing up in LA in a 1960's working class home. This book is as close as it could get.

The things I would like to see from my memory would be the exotic and erotic displays I saw when I went to my father's friends houses. Their "play rooms" as they were called, where you would sit and look at the paintings of half naked women behind the bar. Where you would sit on Witco furniture and marvel at the tikis, the bamboo aquariums and the assorted beachcomber items of driftwood, shells, dried puffer and starfish, glass float lamps and dream of a life far away. Adults having "drinks" and smoking. This was carried over to the pool areas...even more paradise!

Then there was the infrequent gatherings of special events which included all of the "extended" family at places like the Bali Hai and the other tiki establishments where, as a child, you didn't speak unless spoken to, but were left to ponder these images in your own mind.

The Book of Tiki was a great start to spin the time machine. Tiki Modern is where the spinning stops and the focus of what we once were and what we lost, until recently, is found.

What an amazing effort! You have captured all of my memories...most actually remembered and some fantasized.

I am the proud owner of your book, Tiki Modern.

Humbly and Sincerely,

Psycho Tiki D