Hiromi just posted this over on Panties3:

Gabby Pahinui, Hi’ilawe

It’s fucking beautiful, and stopped me dead, absolutely swept away by that island feeling, that sense of time and place I get.

Hawaii makes me understand how one can have a love affair with a place that has the emotional and physical intensity one normally only feels for a person. And it’s the music that takes me there, to early mornings driving through dripping rain forest, to meals and drinks outside with the sound of the ocean, the warm breeze, the smell of exotic flowers and earthy decay.

The smell of hawaii – cane stubble burning, the murky scent of fermenting sugar cane, the red scent of the very soil. Sea and sweat and fruit and flowers.

I need to be back there. Now.