Ten years ago I had a thing for exotica. You know Martin Denny, Les Baxter, Yma Sumac etc…I picked this up back then. I don’t know why I liked exotica that much, it’s such a weird genre…that’s really pure fake. Or pure fantasy if you wanna stay positive. Even though it has lost it’s charm, I still find the whole world of tiki and exotica fun…it’s kitsch you know. You don’t have to love it all, to enjoy it in some way.

By the way, last time in NYC, I picked up two shirts at Screaming Mimis: one hawaiian shirt and a bowler shirt with pink flamingoes on it’s back…well, there you go.

And I guess many genres are fake, as well as many artists. In some cases it bothers me, in other it don’t.

Don’t even know if Cavallaro qualifies as exotica artist…