5 May 2013
A month ago my little sister and I ran across this vinyl compilation of Vietnamese rock and soul bands from 1968-1975, a time period right in the festering gash of the Vietnam War that ravaged the 20th century. As horrible as war is, though, it provided opportunity to create and capture the beautiful, bitchin’ music that came out of this terrible time.
Growing up, Vietnamese music was always the worst. Those horrible synthesizers and salsa/80s pop sounds were the soundtrack to my childhood. Compared to Chinese/HK pop, J-Pop, and K-Pop, modern Viet music just sounded like a cheap plastic knockoff. I was ashamed of my culture’s audio output.
It had been one of those sweltering LA days, but we’d had a good haul at Caveman Records and were roaming Chinatown. We came across Ooga Booga by accident. Upstairs, tucked away amongst empty offices and cheap clothing stores, was a tiny but awesome shop slangin’ music, clothes, indie zines and books. I don’t think I expected to find any good vinyl, but I flipped through their crates and came across a curious gem. I wanted to hear it right away.
When the first strains of Carol Kim’s “Noi Buon Con Gai” came on over the tinny speakers of Ooga Booga’s portable vinyl player, I looked at my little sister like we’d discovered music for the first time. It was like we had grown up in a bubble all our lives, listening to the cultural equivalent of an endless parade of Taylor Swifts and Justin Beibers— and here in this hot, stuffy Chinatown music shop somebody ripped through history with one terrifying Vietnamese James Brown howl of funk, soul, and straight up old school rock. I bought a lot of records that day, but Sublime Frequencies’ Saigon Rock and Soul is one I keep putting on, if only to catch my mother dancing and singing to it in the kitchen in secret. It’s not just “cool old music”—it’s a link to history in a visceral way I can’t get reading a book.
The culture of our people is handed down not through old books or history lessons—it’s every bite of my mother’s banh xeo, it’s watching her hack young coconuts on the kitchen floor with a machete the way my grandmother used to do, it’s listening to the righteous sounds of this (still super popular) jam and thinking what my parents used to dance like, all the way back across the sea and into that hot messy womb where it all started, in Saigon.
This is definitely cool.
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6 Dec 2012
Did you know that Ursula from The Little Mermaidwas based on the drag star Divine?
Yes hunty, I did.
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6 Dec 2012
Freaks and Geeks Reunion
My how everyone has grown!
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6 Dec 2012
This is for my dear friend Jess who shall be found at pegatha.tumblr.com
I don’t post enough on any of my social networks (except maybe Twitter) for fear of oversharing and reblogging other people’s brilliant nonsense more often than creating my own. One might be fooled into thinking I don’t have much to say. Not so! Most of the time I feel good about it, as if everything personal that goes on with me- amazing, boring, and terrible, remains unspoken like a juicy secret in my own private 8th grade melodrama, but also I like to pretend it’s 1978 (but with Twitter). The rest of the time I’m self sabotaging my own creativity and productivity, and I’d really like to cut that out. Over the course of the coming week, I’ll need to make some tough decisions, sort some important (lame) stuff out, and then I’m going to New York City to kill these doldrums, see some familiar faces, and look for work.
19 Oct 2012
I’ve been working on a fun little side project, re-skinning Superman from the original #6 comic. Thinking about doing a little postcard sized series if that is something people would be interested in. Regardless, I’ve already made a bunch because it’s highly entertaining to me.
I’m in love, especially with Charlie Brown ova here.
18 Oct 2012
NBD, it’s just Bryan Cranston directing this Thursday’s episode.
I love when my fandoms collide like this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4PRU5ycAJo
If only Ashton Kutcher wouldn’t ruin things
26 Sep 2012
If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
— Zora Neale Hurston (via iambethlehem)
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26 Sep 2012
I must’ve missed this one. But that sweater vest Ronnie’s wearing is giving me deja vu.
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