Nguyen Khang is married to Lam Bao Nhu. I haven’t heard of her yet, but she’s beautiful. Congrats, man. Tell her that she is married to you, but I am still married to your voice.

Last Saturday evening, Eric wanted to go to McDonald’s. When I told him no, he responded, “If you don’t take me to McDonald’s, you’re not my uncle.” I was totally shocked. Can you believe this? My little nephew would severe off all ties with me over McDonald’s. I didn’t know if I should cry or laugh, but one thing I know for sure: Dao will be kept away from McDonald’s as much as possible. I don’t want to hear, “You’re not my daddy if you don’t take me to McDonald’s.”

To capture the true essence of flamenco, renowned bassist Dave Holland who accompanied Miles Davis in his electric period knows that he needs to get inside the music. In learning from and collaborating with guitarist Pepe Habichuela, the master of the flamenco, Holland accomplished his mission: bringing his own voice to the music but with a deeper understanding of the flamenco’s language. Hands is a result of Holland’s appreciation for the music and the mutual respect between Holland and Habichuela.

“Bailaor (Seguiriya Cabal),” the longest and most captivating piece on the album, showcases Holland’s profound rhythmic and melodic sensibility and Habichuela’s effortless, expressive techniques that one can tell the man lives and breathes the flamenco. The intensity and connectivity in the way the two men complement each other on “Camaron (Taranta)” sound as if two Gypsies were in the house. Aside from Holland’s tuneful Latin-jazz flavors (“The Whirling Dervish” and “Joyride”), which accompanied by the Carmona clan, the eight masterpieces written by Habichuela are pure traditional flamenco masterpieces.

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In addition to turkey, liquor, coffee and dozens of Dunkin’ Donuts, my in-laws spent some Thanksgiving time watching Van Son 45 In Minnesota. Although Huyen Thoai was just another typical theme from Van Son production, I enjoyed a few performances.

Trieu Minh, in particular, was a nice discovery. She started off with a gray suite with just a black bra underneath. By the time she reached the break, the jack went off. Even though she took on a forgettable pop song, her powerful, slightly gruff voice and a killer body are unforgettable. In the close-out number, “Huyen Thoai Nguoi Con Gai,” she blew out both the doll-like Cat Tien and the Chinese-inflected Linda Chou. Her voice was more superior than her veteran partners.

Entertainingly speaking, I found Nguyen Huy, the Michael Jackson impersonator, to be fun to watch. Sure, his voice was still somewhat annoying, but his singing had been improved tremendously. Sure, he was copying MJ move for move, but imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Le Nhat Minh’s bluesy version of Trinh Cong Son’s “Mot Coi Di Ve” was not so bad, especially in comparison to his brother’s dance-pop “Honey, Honey.” While Ngoc Ha’s vocals was superb on Duy Khanh’s “Dem Bo Vo,” the whole Japanese arrangement and choreography just killed the Vietnamese folksy aesthetic.

The opening animation that led to Don Ho and Hoang Thuc Linh’s “Dua Em Tim Dong Hoa Vang” was striking. I suspect Don Ho was the man behind that creation. Once again, Don Ho had done a marvelous job of complement his female counterpart. As a whole, Huyen Thoai was much more relishable than Van Son previous releases.

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Ngoc Quynh is a smart singer who makes wise choices. She not only knows her own voice, but she also knows how to choose songs and arrangements that complement her vocals. She has a sweet, sensual voice; therefore, she needs some lush, mellow orchestrations to back her up. On her new release, Cho Nguoi, she enlisted Duy Cuong (who is responsible for seven out of ten tracks) and Kim Tuan for the job and the result is a superb album for late-night relaxation.

Cho Nguoi begins with the title track by Lam Phuong. Duy Cuong’s sensational semi-classical orchestration sets off the mood allowing Ngoc Quynh to deliver the solitude and sadness of a homeless woman waiting for her lover in the middle of winter nights. Likewise, her version of “Mot Minh” (also by Lam Phuong) is soulful and intimate with the support of Kim Tuan’s gorgeous piano. The loneliness in her voice came through without being over-sentimental.

On Ngo Thuy Mien’s “Trong Noi Nho Muon Mang,” Ngoc Quynh sings like a wounded songbird, but she skillfully coveys pain without screaming on top of her lung like most inexperienced singers these days. Her duet with Tuan Ngoc on Le Uyen Phuong’s “Cho Lan Cuoi” is a wonderful collaboration. They complement each other’s phrasing while maneavering their way around the swaying bossa nova rhythm.

While the current Vietnamese pop market is saturated with covering old songs, Cho Nguoi takes on a tasteful approach. Although Ngoc Quynh doesn’t give these timeless tunes a new life, she has done a marvelous job of paying respect to the songwriters.

In his fifth release, The Chi-town Nigga With a Nas Flow, The Lebron of Rhyme, The Pornstar Lover, The Malcolm West who “had the whole nation standing at attention” takes listeners into his Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.

Yes, the eogistic monster Kanye West is back and proving that he is still one of the most innovative producers in the game. He pushes his art to a new level by fusing funk, rock, soul, r&b with a handful of hipnotizing rhythms. The interlude to “All of the Lights” features a light, gorgeous unison between the violin and piano while “Hell of a Life” samples heavy prog-rock riffs. His musical genius comes through on the second half of “Runaway,” in which Yeezy distorted his voice through a vocoder that sounds like an instrument made for alien. Although his beats often overshadow his ryhmes, Yeezy is stronger as a rapper. His flow is less breathy and his swag better than ever even next to swaggermen like Jay-Z and Pusha-T on the appealing “So Appalled.”

Musically speaking, Yeezy achieved his fantasy. As far as his rhyme, here’s the closest one: “I put the pussy in a sarcophagus / Now she’s claiming I bruise her esophagus / Head of the class and she just want a swallowship.” Dark and twisted, yes. Beautiful? It’s questionable.

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