When you think of Hawaiian music, does the theme from Hawaii 5-0 jump into your head? Or, do you sing (basso profundo) Don Ho’s “Tiny Bubbles” as you hula a little in your chair? Well, friends, it’s time you were introduced to authentic Hawaiian music. I know you’d rather it happen on the beaches of Maui, but you and I don’t know each other that well. Besides, you don’t have to travel to Hawaii to get your Aloha on, bra.

Last Sunday, September 10, the boyfriend and I sat, resplendent in our flashy Hawaiian gear, in ridiculous Battery Tunnel traffic for over an hour while the President’s motorcade did its thing downtown. Once freed from the honking, swearing madness, we made our way uptown to the Town Hall (123 W. 43rd) to see Hawaii’s most popular recording artist, Kealii Reichel. The music was beautiful, the hula dancing extraordinary, the crowd, ecstatic.

Still plenty of chances for you to get into the Aloha spirit, such as this Saturday night’s concert: Makaha Sons Hawaiian Celebration, featuring the Aloha Boys, at Hunter College (Kaye Playhouse, 695 Park Avenue, Tickets $30), which is sure to be rousing good time.

Dust off those puka shell necklaces, silk flower leis, Aloha shirts, and slippahs, Cuz. We gonna hula like it going outta style