For some reason, this year I’m not into it as much as I was in the past. Maybe it’s the stress of the job right now or maybe I’ve just been away from Hawaiian for too long. But I found myself getting bored and falling asleep. Some seem so dramatic…like they’re putting on a musical or something. It’s turning into a Song Contest ho’ike practically.
While watching, I begin to realize how old I am too. I remember doing all that they’re doing…but gosh that was 10-15 years ago! I look at the faces now of the dancers and feel so old! However, it also gives me a bad itch to return to hula and start dancing again. I’d feel like an old fart though among all those younguns.
And though I love the melodies and rhythm of kahiko oli…at times I have to turn the sound down because of the awful slaughter of the Hawaiian language. It’s almost embarassing. It kinda reminds me of Peggy Hill teaching her version of Spanish. You kinda want to laugh…but it makes you cringe as well.
But besides all that, it is nice to see the excitement for the hula, hear all the cheering, seeing people stay for the whole show and show their appreciativeness for the dance. “Celebrating the hula,” as Kimo just said. In this time of war and chaos, it’s nice to see people focused in on something different. And this is something I noticed last year–wow, where did all these men dancers come from? Back in the day when I was a part of the competition, you’d have like 5 women halau and then 1 male halau…that seemed to be the ratio, 5:1. Now…wow it’s almost every other one is a male halau! Where did all these men come from? Why the big explosion? I have my theories, though not very PC. But it is nice to see. Different, at least.
I don’t know, maybe tomorrow’ll be more exciting. I don’t really care that much for the ‘auana…it seems too commercial to me, with all that fancy holoku, tons of make-up, hair plastered into place, high heels … I don’t know, I usually don’t like it as much as I do the kahiko. But we’ll see. I could be surprised.