About

I’m not sure how I first found Tiki Culture. I certainly tried to go in other directions before I settled my hut on Tiki Island. I guess the siren’s call finally reeled me in. Looking back I was most likely possessed as a youngster while my Grandparents would duck into the Enchanted Tiki Room to escape the LA heat at the Big D. As they were sleeping through the show I was inhaling tiny tiki particles shed by the drumming wall decorations. Eventually these nano-tikis took over my brain, and much like Marc Davis, and Gauguin, I was a lost soul doomed to drink from Scorpion Bowls and wear bright comfortable clothes forever.