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Post #543840 by tiki mick on Wed, Jul 21, 2010 6:34 PM

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Phinz, by your username, it is clear where you stand on the issue of Buffy. You are entitled to your opinion, and I am entitled to mine.

My point about the active participation of tiki centralites within this scene versus the passive participation of Buffy fans at Buffy events, is valid....and sorry for you, true.

With Tiki central, almost everyone I know here (and scads of people I don't) is somehow involved in either the creation or preservation of tiki. Much like what Mr. Martini pointed out in his post above.

There may very well be artists and painters and doctors and whirling dervishes within the buffy movement, but not in the volume we have here.

Go to a large Tiki event and look how many creative vendors there are. Everyone has something to sell, things that they have PERSONALLY created. All are either vintage, or vintage inspired.

What is vintage for the Buffy crowd? The 1970s when Buffy had bigger sideburns then he has today?

The 70's was a wasteland for tiki. It's when all the tiki palaces started turning into crack hotels, and the tiki apartments (that used to house cool, swinging bachelors) started turning into HUD housing.

And Buffy was there, watching the demise and eating Cheeseburgers.

Tiki people have a sense of style. Buffy people would be just as happy getting their paraphanelia at PARTY CITY.

Our drinkers lovingly recreate the perfect Mai-tai from vintage and obscure recipes, or hunt them out at cool, hip tiki bars that have knowledgeable bartenders.

Buffy people drink their margaritas made from some mix you can get at Ralphs.

It's the difference between exquisite, detailed, selective and a personalized vision, and the bland generic, vaguely tropical imagery.

Ok, Buffy and the Buffy-heads who worship him are not evil or bad, or even stupid. But they ain't Tiki.

And I hate to burst your bubble, but Mr. Buffy the tiki slayer is not only NOT Tiki, his music would be considered "lite country rock" by pretty much any rational person. And within that genre, it STILL is not all that good!

Speaking as a musician, there is just not that much there in his music that any musician would find particularlt appealing. The songs are bland, mindless actually. The lyrics trite and contrived. The musicianship is only adequate because Buffy is rich and can afford to hire good musicians in his coral reefer band.

. I am personally aquainted with a master buffet-head, and he as much as admits this. His passion for Buffy is that he heard a buffy song at a particular poignant time of his life, and always associated the sound of buffy with good times. That's alright, as far as I am concerned...but let's get real about the whole Buffy thing.

When it comes to Tiki music, just look around this board at all the bands that are on here. They are all REALLY good and all filled with REALLY good, top notch musicians that would be the leaders and best musicians in ANY genre. I just can't say the same about the Buffy or the deadhead scene. Since I already find Buffy music amazingly mediocre, imagine what I must think about the Buffy TRIBUTE bands setting up in the parrothead parking lot!

Then there are the artists. Can you really, with a straightface, compare plastic parrots with the masterpieces created by people like Squid, LLT, Big Toe, Cammo, and so many others? Or the master bar buiding and decor of Bamboo Ben or Crazy Al? That's not even the tip of the iceberg, but do your research and discover the sheer breadth and depth of the talent on this forum. I can't even name them all! And don't get me started on the mug designers, or the researchers and authors. We are all centered around an idea, a concept, this thing called "Tiki". What are you Buffy people centered around? One guy, and the huge tailgate party his fans throw.

No comparison.