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Local Music changes its tune
When the words “Local Music” is mentioned, what springs to mind? Cheery, smiley fijians standing on white sandy beaches, smiles beaming away, ukaleles in tow, harmonious tunes echoing in the pacific breeze? Calm stringed melodies singing of times of old, when times were simple and the grog flowed like the stream next to the house?
If you were just visiting our shores at the local hotel then, yes.
However, a cursory glance at localmusicinfiji.com will reveal a totally different picture.
Times are a’changin’, and amongst many young musicians today, its definitely all about the hip rap hop.
With the advent of westernisation, cheap computers and coupled with the ease at which the internet has made itself available to many families today (ah the good old days of dial-up…or maybe not), anyone and everyone with a musical bone or a lyrical leaning towards rap can make themselves heard. Several rappers have already made a name for themselves, such as Sammy G, Mr Grin, and Red Child, to name but a few.
The distribution channels for local grown music has improved with the help of the internet via bebo groups, reverbnation profiles etc, but the traditional means still remain, either through radio, a music video (if you’ve a video production company at your disposal), and even through public performances:
Not to be outdone by the advent of hip hop, krumping is also making headwaves with its subsequent introduction and growth.
It would be interesting to see just how far this genre of music and dance would develop, and with plenty of raw talent and the internet as their oyster, we should be in for alot of surprises in the coming years.
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Harry Houdini Makes Fijians Look Bad :(
Of course, I refer to one who was both a magician as well as one of the greatest, if not the greatest escape artist of time, Harry Houdini. Stuntman, actor, and sported a nice hairstyle to boot. And no, this isn’t a post dedicated to him, but rather about his somewhat curious interaction with Fiji on his travels around the world.
I came across this story while browsing Google Earth’s pics of Suva, Fiji, which Thrashor of Digital Fiji complained were not updated recently. I noticed that there was a yellow dot indicating a link to a story about the area, and clicking it revealed the following:

Whats this? Harry Houdini came to Fiji? Thats right. The infamous escape artist, who’s name is synonymous with handcuffs and seances, really did drop by our sunny shores, enroute to Vancouver, Canada aboard a cruise liner.
According to the blog Houdini reappears, when the liner arrived in Suva, the locals (thats us! >< ) "put on their usual show of diving for coins and catching them in their mouths." Now, this is where it got tricky. Apparently, Harry realized that the locals (thats us! ><) weren’t catching the coins in their mouths at all, but using their hands. Thats when he issued the smackdown. 1 dive against the best diver, hands in rope, and they'd go for separate coins. So some poor Fijian, probably oblivious to Harry's name and fame, "In the water, the Fijian soon gave up, but Houdini freed one hand and grabbed both coins, popping them in his mouth and resurfacing." Well I'll be damned. Not only did Harry visit Fiji, but he ended up making the local divers (thats us...damnit) look like amateurs at their own gig. To put it into todays standard, think of some random asian guy who manages to not only out-run Sir-revi, but does the infamous goose-step along the way. I’d burn houses if I ever saw that happen.
Nobody likes to be shown their limitations, especially if said victor is not a local. I’m surprised the divers, after being shown a big pote (embarrassed infront of everyone else), didn’t just grab Harry and dump him in the nearest lovo pit. Or maybe they just weren’t hungry. That or they were quickly fired on the spot by whichever boss they were serving at the moment.
Moral of the Story?
Don’t accept challenges from anyone with nice hair. Especially tourists with a name that ends in ‘arry’.
Note: Paul of Houdini reappears, upon request from one of our readers, was kind enough to send two page scans from Harold Keller’s 1928 book “Houdini: His Life Story” which goes into detail about the “diving with Harry Houdini” event.

Also, Harry Houdini was kind enough to mention the local firewalkers in his own book, Miracle Mongers and Their Methods.
Enjoy the light reading.
Sit at home and watch shit fly.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time of the year again where Fiji experiences the joys of mother nature and what she has to offer, namely in the form of a Hurricane called Daman. Thats right, if the geniuses at Fiji Meterological Services get this one right, by tomorrow night, Fiji will be adding yet another historic event to its logbook.
A cursory glance at the above picture will show how Hurricane Daman, when formed, was travelling away from Fiji. Somehow, along that trip in the opposite direction, Daman decided, “You know what? It would be fun to say hello to Fiji on behalf of dear ol’ mummy. After all, they do have interesting beer. Or so I’ve heard…” Next thing you know, Fiji gets a hurricane, and a weird sounding one at that.
They’re moving the tourists from the smaller islands back to Nadi, which sounds like a safe plan, though I’m wondering about the poor guys left behind on the island.
And this hurricane can’t even get its timing right, choosing to visit just on the eve of Friday night for crying out aloud. There goes most people’s night out. Mine included.
On a more interesting by-note, the local Meteorological Services name their hurricanes in alphabetical order. Their last hurricane was called Cliff, with the current one Daman, and they’ve already planned ahead with the next hurricane christened Elisha.
Its a rather comforting feeling knowing that the National Meteorological Services has the country’s best interest at heart by naming hurricanes before they arrive. Be prepared, as they say.
Because Hurricanes often have a soft spot for Fiji, it’s often hard to imagine life without one. A friend of mine was chatting me from Singapore, and he found hurricanes intriguing.
Friend: Oh dear. You’re getting a hurricane?
Me: Bah. No biggie. We get them all the time. (Which isn’t far from the truth…if the truth were to be stretched abit…)
Friend: jeez.
Me: Don’t you guys get hurricanes?
Friend: Hehe, just monsoon. Lots of rain. Like you said, no biggie.
Me: Ahh glad to hear that.
Friend: From the sound of things, you seem to be on the worser side of things.
(pause)
Friend: So…what exactly do you do during a hurricane?
Me: Hmmm. Sit at home and watch shit fly.
Friend: Ahh.
What else do you do during a hurricane?
Night Scene – Eds Bar
Unlike many of the bars or clubs in Suva, “Eds Bar” doesn’t have a strict dress code, and you can basically show up on a busy night in shorts and flip-flops.
Well enough with the seemingly promotion of “Eds Bar” and on to the main issue of this post. If you’re from Fiji or have connections to Fiji, most of you would have probably received an email in your inbox with the subject “Eds Bar”. If you haven’t, then you can probably expect one soon or you can view the main content right here. Please, no applause, I insist.
The email contains pictures of two females in their bikinis dancing on poles, posing behind the bar, on the dance floor, etc. What has made this email so popular in local circles is that occurrences such as this are rarely caught on camera for the amusement and entertainment of people here.
The background story (thanks to the coconut wireless), is that this incident occurred on a quiet Tuesday night (if it were a busy one, they certainly would have been swamped left, right, center, above, below), and the two performers were flight attendants of a foreign airliner. At the rate that this email is traveling, hopefully it doesn’t land in the inbox of their boss.
Special props goes out to the photographer for sending out these pics. To the two performers, we at “Failed Paradise” and our readers sincerely hope that you won’t get into trouble with your boss over this, and we send a big warm “vinaka vakalevu” for entertaining this tiny nation. [snickers]
is shown on screen
of the laxity in dress code. Shorts and Flip-flops. Suva, please take note


















































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