Today, I got e-mail from my cousin in Hawaii with a link to a Honolulu Star Bulletin story about the death of Martin Denny, who composed exotic music in Hawaii a while back. My dad used to tune pianos for both Denny and Arthur Lyman when I was a kid, and he used to tell stories at the dinner table. Those days, I was too young to pay attention to grown-up talk, so I don't remember any of the stories. I do recall that the music was edgy for the time, and that you either loved it or hated it.