All the Birds Sing Words
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rain_gryphonA friend got a beautiful figurine of one of the parrots from Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room.
I've always kinda laboured under this impression of the Tiki Room being rather underappreciated. Certainly, it was the most memorable part of my first trip to Disneyworld, in IIRC 1972, when I was eleven. The adults, though, seemed underwhelmed by it. They were all about the Haunted Mansion, which I enjoyed, and which used, for 1972, types and amounts of technology that would have been amazing anywhere, let alone an entertainment venue. Not only the holograms, but just the vast amount of effort and expense that had obviously gone into that.
I don't think I was aware of the terminology at the time, if it was even current, but the birds had heart. The mansion lacked that - it struck me by turns as cynical and goofy, if stunningly executed. The haunted mansion impressed me, but the birds delighted me. They seemed very nakedly sincere, in a way that a lot (most, in fact) of the park was not. The mansion was admirable as an achievement, and told you in no uncertain terms that Disney had spared neither time nor treasure to seriously impress you. The birds wanted to make you happy.
On the Thursday before, IIRC, CF7 (the last one held across from John Wayne - I think it was CF7), I checked in late morning, then hung out with friends in the lobby. It had been raining, but was clearing, and someone suggested DisneyLand, as it was likely to be deserted because of the rain. Several carloads of us went, and it was indeed deserted. You had your choice of what to do. As these things generally do, we almost immediately broke into groups. Someone, not me, cried out "Tiki Room!", and away we all went. So much fun watching that with a group as excited as myself.
I've always kinda laboured under this impression of the Tiki Room being rather underappreciated. Certainly, it was the most memorable part of my first trip to Disneyworld, in IIRC 1972, when I was eleven. The adults, though, seemed underwhelmed by it. They were all about the Haunted Mansion, which I enjoyed, and which used, for 1972, types and amounts of technology that would have been amazing anywhere, let alone an entertainment venue. Not only the holograms, but just the vast amount of effort and expense that had obviously gone into that.
I don't think I was aware of the terminology at the time, if it was even current, but the birds had heart. The mansion lacked that - it struck me by turns as cynical and goofy, if stunningly executed. The haunted mansion impressed me, but the birds delighted me. They seemed very nakedly sincere, in a way that a lot (most, in fact) of the park was not. The mansion was admirable as an achievement, and told you in no uncertain terms that Disney had spared neither time nor treasure to seriously impress you. The birds wanted to make you happy.
On the Thursday before, IIRC, CF7 (the last one held across from John Wayne - I think it was CF7), I checked in late morning, then hung out with friends in the lobby. It had been raining, but was clearing, and someone suggested DisneyLand, as it was likely to be deserted because of the rain. Several carloads of us went, and it was indeed deserted. You had your choice of what to do. As these things generally do, we almost immediately broke into groups. Someone, not me, cried out "Tiki Room!", and away we all went. So much fun watching that with a group as excited as myself.
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