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Tuấn Hưng: Nhạc…xưa

Tôi rất thích giọng hát đầy chất khói của Tuấn Hưng nhưng lại ít nghe album của anh. Mấy đêm nay lôi Nhạc…xưa của anh ra nghe. Anh hát “Niệm khúc cuối” như đang mượn lời lẽ của nhạc sĩ Ngô Thụy Miên để bày tỏ lòng mình. Với “Cỏ úa” anh trút hết tâm hồn mình vào ca tư của nhạc sĩ Lam Phương. Anh ca chậm rãi và nâng niu từng chữ một. Anh phát âm nhẹ nhàng và rõ ràng (hơn Mr. Đàm nhiều). Anh hát “Đoản khúc cuối cho em” của Hoàng Trọng Thụy rất có cảm xúc.

Leaving

Not the pleasure of lovers but the pleasure of letters, a pleasure like weather, delayed and prepared for, not the pleasure of lessons but the pleasure of errors, of nightmares, of actors in the black box of a theatre, not the pleasure of present but the pleasure of later, the pleasure of letters and weather and terror, asleep by the lake, unable to answer, the pleasure of candles, their wax on the table, not the pleasure of saviors but the pleasure of errors, not the pleasure of marriage but the pleasure of failure, the pleasure of characters like family members, their failures and errors, their laughter and weather, the pleasure of water, terrible rivers, not the pleasure of empire but the pleasure of after, our failure to keep an accurate record, not the pleasure of tethers but the pleasure of strangers, the terrible strangers who will become your lovers, not the pleasure of novels but the pleasure of anger, your failure to answer all of my letters, the pleasure of daughters, the pleasure of daughters writing letters in April, the failure of orchards, the terror of mothers, not the pleasure of planners but the pleasure of errors.

Madeleine Cravens

Playing Various Sports

I bought myself a Quanta R4.16 so I can play pickleball with other parents. I am not good at it, but it gives me a good workout. Many Vietnamese folks are now into this game. They play almost everyday at the park near my house.

I worked from home yesterday and decided to go to the park to skateboard at the court. When I arrived, there were a handful of Vietnamese adults playing pickleball. They asked me to join so I ditched my skateboard and played pickleball.

Yes, I started skateboard on Monday for the first time. On Sunday, one of the parents at Vovinam gave away his kids’ old skateboards and scooters. I picked up a Kryptonis cruiser skateboard. I started to use the skateboard to practice my snowboard carving. I could do heel and toe turns, but I couldn’t connect them together yet. I found this video from Home Daddy to be useful. I will try to follow his instructions.

Wednesday will be the LDVH dad volleyball night. I have been doing quite a bit of sports to keep myself active. I still rollerblade for a bit. I can’t wait to get back to skiing and snowboarding though.

Yesterday, I sold a pair of used skis for $100. I took my family to a Korean restaurant yesterday and spent $200. The food was good though.

In a Time of Peace

Inhabitant of earth for fortysomething years
I once found myself in a peaceful country. I watch neighbors open

their phones to watch
a cop demanding a man’s driver’s license. When a man reaches for his wallet, the cop
shoots. In the car window. Shoots.

It is a peaceful country.

We pocket our phones and go.
To the dentist,
to pick up the kids from school,
to buy shampoo
and basil.

Ours is a country in which a boy shot by police lies on the pavement for hours.

We see in his open mouth
the nakedness
of the whole nation.

We watch. Watch
others watch.

The body of a boy lies on the pavement exactly like the body of a boy—

It is a peaceful country.

And it clips our citizens’ bodies
effortlessly, the way the President’s wife trims her toenails.

All of us
still have to do the hard work of dentist appointments,
of remembering to make
a summer salad: basil, tomatoes, it is a joy, tomatoes, add a little salt.

This is a time of peace.

I do not hear gunshots,
but watch birds splash over the back yards of the suburbs. How bright is the sky
as the avenue springs on its axis.
How bright is the sky (forgive me) how bright.

Ilya Kaminsky

Giáng Son: Sing My Sol

Khi đọc tựa đề album solo, Sing My Sol, của nhạc sĩ Giáng Son, tôi nghĩ là “Sing My Soul”, nhưng “Sol” ám chỉ đến nốt nhạc G. Giáng Son tự nhận rằng cô không phải là một ca sĩ có giọng hay và điều này cho thấy rõ qua ca khúc “Thu sớm” khi cô hát những nốt cao rất mỏng manh và yếu ớt. Tuy nhiên, cô biết điểm mạnh của mình nên đã thu album này theo dạng acoustic cùng với tiếng đàn guitar của nhạc sĩ Trần Đức Minh. Vì đây là những ca khúc do chính cô sáng tác nên cô bộc lộ được cảm xúc trong lời ca của mình. Chẳng hạn như “Nắng muộn”, cô hát mộc mạc và giản dị: “Nắng muộn một mình ngồi hát thầm / Từng lời ngẩn ngơ như thơ vang lên từ mơ”. Người nghe cảm nhận được từng chữ một trong đó. Nên theo tôi vẫn nghĩ tựa đề vẫn là “Sing My Soul” vì Giáng Son đã ca bằng tâm hồn của một người nhạc sĩ.

Nguyên Hà: Hôm qua hôm nay và sau này

Album năm 2020, Hôm qua hôm nay và sau này, của Nguyên Hà gồm có những ca khúc pop ballad êm dịu. Từ bài đầu, “Chờ ngày lời hứa nở hoa” (Hồ Tiến Đạt), đến bài thứ 5, “Hôm qua hôm nay” (TAW), những ca khúc mang âm hưởng đượm buồn và đều đặn.

Đến bài thứ 6, “Ví dụ” (Cao Minh), album mới đổi hướng sang giai điệu blues nồng nàn và giọng Nguyên Hà uyển chuyển nhẹ nhàng trong nhịp điệu swing. Bài kế tiếp, “Anh thích, em thích” (Amy Lương), Nguyên Hà cùng Hà Anh Tuấn thử thách phong cách swing. Cả hai cùng thí nghiệm scat singing. Nghe cũng khá nhưng chưa chuyên nghiệp lắm. Scat singing không chỉ đòi hỏi kỹ thuật mà còn sự tự tin và sự ứng biến nhanh nhẹn.

Ca khúc “Sau này hãy gặp lại nhau khi hoa nở” (Rinnie Blue) khép lại album với phần đệm orchestra trau chuốt. Nguyên Hà hát như muốn giữ lại người nghe, “Mình gặp nhau khi mùa hoa nở nhé / Xin đừng, đừng nói chia ly…”

Taylor Swift: The Life of a Showgirl

I must confess. I don’t know jack shit about Taylor Swift. Up until her latest release, I had not listened to any of her albums from start to finish. In fact, I didn’t even know that she used curse words in her songs.

After picking up my nine- and seven-year-old sons from school today, I played The Life of a Showgirl and my nine-year-old was in shock when we listened to “Father Figure.” He asked me, “Daddy, did you hear that?” Of course, I did, but I asked him back, “What did you hear?” He replied, “She said the d-word.” It was not obvious to a nine-year-old that she was using the d-word as a vivid metaphor when she sang over the bouncy beats: “I can make deals with the devil because my dick’s bigger.”

Her reference to the male genital piqued my interest and I wanted to know what else she got. “Eldest Daughter” started off with a piano intro then her voice came in, “Everybody’s so punk on the internet / Everyone’s unbothered ’til they’re not.” She continued to sing about the web with “Everybody’s cutthroat in the comments.” She then confessed that she’s “not a bad bitch.” Of course, Taylor Swift is not a bad bitch. She’s a billionaire, bitch.

Again, I didn’t know much about Taylor Swift, but I assumed that most of her songs were about bad relationships and breakups—innocent stuff. In “Actually Romantic,” she sang about sex, “I mind my business, God’s my witness that I don’t provoke it / It’s kind of making me wet.” I found her sex references kind of weird, especially when she put God into it. “Wood” cracked me the fuck up when she revealed, “Redwood tree, it ain’t hard to see / His love was the key that opened my thighs.” That was just too much for my imagination.

The Life of a Showgirl is my very first review of a Tylor Swift album. Swifties, please don’t come at me. I am just playing with her.

Microsite for Megazoid

David Jonathan Ross launched a lovely microsite for Megazoid, a stunning display typeface. Jason Santa Maria has done an excellent job of showcasing what Megazoid can do. Furthermore, he gives the webpage a soul, which is missing in today’s web design. We need more unique designs and less templated systems that kill the beauty of the web.

By the way, I had the opportunity to provide David feedback on Vietnamese diacritics for Megazoid.

Go Vail!

Á đù… Đến giờ mà còn bắt học DEI? Đám Vail này chắc chưa đi mưa nên chưa thấy lạnh. Thì ra toàn là dân trượt tuyết nên đéo biết lạnh. Chẳng những đành phải học DEI, mà tôi rất vui vì còn có công ty xem trọng giá trị của DEI.

Mother

My friend and I had a cat we called Mother.
I took the couch; my friend got the one bedroom
because he often had sex and needed
that private darkness. I had not yet had sex
of my own volition. No one knew
I had been raped. I was so unknowing
I barely knew it myself, how lost I was
to myself. I was maybe twenty. We loved that cat
that had wandered into our lives, rubbing our legs,
needing love and milk and a safe place
to sleep like any creature arriving on this earth
from God knows where and God knows why.
One hot August day I was sitting outside
when Mother joined me and sat on my lap,
a thing she had never done before.
And that was where she died. I called Jeff,
who had gone to a motel somewhere
with his girl of the moment. “Mother died,”
I said. There was a long silence, then
he whispered quietly, “Oh, no,”
as if he wanted to keep his sorrow to himself.
Many years later I told my actual mother
about the rape. She cried a little and was angry
on my behalf. I was calm. Relieved.
Then life went on, as it does,
without much of a pause. I was not healed
by telling her, I am sorry to say.
I am still not, at seventy-nine. The beautiful gray sky
of a rainy May day, and the lindens
coming into flower. That smell!
You and I both love it. (Did you know
all along I was writing this poem to you?)
Often at night we walk to the river
and stare down into the black current
which has reached flood stage
and carries everything before it.

Jim Moore

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