After suffering the grimness of Asia’s Canh Hoa Thoi Loan, I was ready to be washed up by Thuy Nga’s Divas. Let me state upfront that I do not dislike Thuy Nga’s male singers, but I do prefer to watch an exclusive female show revealing as much skin as possible. What can I say? It’s the testosterone thing and the best part is that I can enjoy this guilty pleasure with my wife’s approval.

On the first disc, I could hardly pay attention to the music. In fact, I really don’t need to. I could have muted the sound and replace the music with Miles Davis’s Bitches Brew, especially with Bao Han’s wilding-out peformance. Even with all the male dancers dressed as drags, she stood out. That bitch was brewing up the scene. Since this is her last performance, her voice won’t be missed, but her stage presence definitely will.

Now I am not entitled to opine what women should do with their body, but I am glad that Ho Le Thu went under the knife for our visual stimulation. Both Nguyet Anh and Toc Tien looked fine, but Lord knows what they will look like an enhencement. I am not suggesting that they should. I am just saying. Nevertheless, Nguyet Anh looked pretty damn hot in that pink, flashy dress showing off her georgous legs. The carmeramen had done a great job of panning from her feet up to her thighs, then pause for a few seconds before moving up to her face. Not just Nguyet Anh, but most of the hot singers were filmed that way; therefore, camera crew has to be made up of men.

Except for a few performances, the first disc was purely for eye candy. Let’s be real. “Sang Ngang” was clearly over Huong Giang’s head. I doubt that she had ever been heart-broken. If she had, she wouldn’t even be anywhere near that suicidal stage. So even she sang with tears in her eyes, she couldn’t articulate the sorrow of the song. Still, the worse performance on disc one (and the entire program as well) goes to Phi Nhung who was so proud of her lame-ass idea of mashing up rap with folk music. The result was so wack that you just want to slap some taste out of her.

The second disc, on the other hand, had a few listenable moments and the MILFs get the prize hands down. Hot-as-hell MILF Thanh Ha reinvigorated Thanh Binh’s “Lam Lo” with a classy, jazzy rendition. Dam Vinh Hung damn near killed the tune with his “sen” phrasing, but Thanh Ha made it “un-sen” again. MILF Ngoc Anh gave a heart-rending, goosbump version of Pham Duy’s “Mua Thu Chet.” This tune has been covered countless of time, but only Ngoc Anh could revive Julie’s classic version. Her gruff, throaty voice went beyond mourning (more like cremating) the death of autumn. Finally, MILF Y Lan gave an elegant version of “La Vie En Rose” and she looked like a true diva.

Speaking of true diva, people weren’t satisfied with the show that labeled “Divas,” but featuring many faces that haven’t reached that stature. I don’t disagree with that even though Nguyen Ngoc Ngan gave a disclaimer right in the beginning that the show represents divas of the past, present and future. Although I doubt that many of these female entertainers would reach that level, I could careless about the label. What disappointed me though is that the real diva didn’t show up. That’s right, my diva Bang Kieu didn’t make it on the program. Vocally, Bang Kieu could outdue any diva on that stage. He just needs to pull a Ly Tong stunt and no one would have noticed.

There have been speculations that Paris By Night 100 will be Thuy Nga’s last show. If that’s true then I wish the production best of luck with whatever comes next. If it is not true then I wouldn’t mind seeing a sequel of this show. I would love to see how Thuy Nga would top itself. If Asia could manage to push propagonada further and further with each release, Thuy Nga could push for more skins. After all, it’s a great way to save cost on customes. Blame it on the piracy. Thuy Nga could put out as many diva DVDs as the production desires, but please don’t ever ever ever put out a show for the divo. No offense to the fellows, but just the thought of seeing Duong Trieu Vu on stage is a bad idea.

Asia Entertainment has done it again. The production managed to create gloomier and gloomier videos with each new release by recycling old concepts, old songs and same old documentary clips. In Canh Hoa Thoi Loan, Asia even used scenes from Journey From The Fall throughout the program as if they were part of the documented materials. Is Asia turning into Fox News?

One thing for sure, Asia has mastered the art of drama entertainment. Right off the opening scene, Asia brought out guns, dancers in army uniforms and tons of explosive effects in the background. Quoc Khanh was all teared up trying his hardest to make “Ao Anh Sut Chi Duong Ta” convincible. Then the MCs all beefed up to make the program even more dramatic. Sister Duong Nguyet Anh spoke with so much anguish that she sounded like she was swallowing her own tears every time she opened up her mouth.

Canh Hoa Thoi Loan is so damn heavy that even some of the up-tempo performances couldn’t lightened up the spirit. As depressing as the program was, I’ll admit that I can’t take any of it any more serious then a product of entertainment. I am not the only one here. Asia knows it too. If you read in between in the line you can tell. Asia dropped hints here and there. Take “Hat Cho Nguoi Nam Xuong,” one of the darkest performances in the video, for instance. Thien Kim is not Khanh Ly, but she came pretty damn close in expressing the mournfulness in Trinh Cong Son’s lyrics. While she was performing, the coffin covered in the yellow-with-three-red-stripe flag was hanging in the air. The whole scene was looking pretty damn doleful until the camera zoom right to Thien Kim’s sexy, see-through ao dai and her black bra. I am not accusing her of disrespecting the dead, I am just saying.

After Y Phuong’s grand finale, MC Thuy Duong gave another clue in her closing statement: “This has been a very special show for us. We hope you had a great time and we look forward to seeing you again next time.” I don’t know if I had a great time, but I would have drove myself off the cliff after watching the program if I took the content seriously. So even Asia knows that this is just for your entertainment.

Miles in the Sky entered the brave new world of fusion. When Miles Davis went electric, he once again turned the jazz world up side down. He picked up new followers, but also alienated his old fans, especially those who loved the Acoustic Miles. I was a fan of Acoustic Miles, but a freak of Electric Miles. I couldn’t get enough of In a Silent Way’s funk groove that seemed to go nowhere. Without chords, the mysterious melody revealed itself in a silent-yet-stimulating way.

Bitches Brew was my go-to album after a few shots of Hennessy. I just kick back and let the surrealist, spacious rhythm takes me to another planet that is similar to James Cameron’s Avatar. When Miles soloed, his soulful, spiritual sound brings me back to earth. The brilliant contrast made Bitches Brew so far out, yet at the same time so close to my heart. What made me come back to Bitches Brew again and again was Miles’s ingenious use of space. The notes he left off were as essential as the notes he played. In A Tribute To Jack Johnson, Miles blew like a boxing champ over the hard, funk grooves.

In addition to studio sessions, Miles also recorded live. Black Beauty, which taped at the Fillmore West, epitomized the aesthetics of electric Miles. Along with the live set at the Isle of Wight, Black Beauty covered pieces from Bitches Brew such as the title track, “Miles Runs the Voodoo Down” “Sanctuary”, and “Spanish Key,” but with much more intensity and ferocity that were attractive to rock fans.

Back in the studio, Miles recorded the challenging, fearless, and most misunderstood masterpiece: On the Corner. At this point, Miles already hated the word jazz and referred to his work as “social” music. On the Corner captured the street sound through chopped-up rhythm, screeching saxophone, and his own harsh trumpet. It was not an easy-to-digest work of art. As Philip Freeman puts it:

On the Corner is Miles Davis’s most difficult album. It’s like a tangle of thorns, coated in chrome and with 10,000 volts running through it. No matter how you approach it, you’re going to get a shock.

While Dark Magus funked-up groove ran like double doses of adrenaline rush, the funereal tempo on Get Up With It showed how madly Miles loved Duke and according to Greg Tate, “Beyond mourning Duke, the piece seems to suffer more from wanting to join him in the afterlife.”

By the time Miles recorded the phenomenal Agharta and Pangaea, his health problem caught up to him. As a result, he left it to the band and what we experienced from these two live set was the world’s wickest acid-funk ensemble at work. Again Greg Tate said it best:

The band’s cohesion amidst sonic chaos knows no parallel in fusion, funk, rock, or either the black or white avant garde. And while others may have achieved similar ends since, these furthermuckers (sic) were making it up night after night on the road, making new music every time they hit like they’d been possessed by whatever god or demon demands that black musicians push themselves all the way out there and then some.

After the music stopped, Miles succumbed. For five years, he didn’t pick up his horn and he substituted music with drug and women. He confessed:

Mostly during those four or five years that I was out of music, I just took a lot of cocaine (about $500 a day at one point) and fucked all the women I could get into my house…. Sex and drugs took the place that music had occupied in my life until then and I did both of them around the clock.

Miles strongest comeback was the electroacoustical, orchestral Aura. The music were miles ahead of its time Columbia didn’t know how to market it. Aura was not released until four years after it was recorded. By that time, Miles had left Columbia and moved on to Warner Bros. Tutu, debuted at the new label, marked the rebirth of the muted, mysterious and melancholy Miles.

Tutu was produced by bassist Marcus Miller. The tracks were pre-recorded. Miles just had to do his part. Unlike the Miles-Evans collaboration, in which Evans wrapped his orchestration around Miles’s trumpet, the Miles-Miller collaboration required Miles to work his way around the programmed production. Miles proved that he was the virtuoso of flow. He knew when to fall behind the beat and when to stayed on top. He knew when to cut through the melody and when to stay out of the way. Just the way he flowed made this album a must-listen.

Check out the new dean’s site I pulled together to introduce our new boss. I met with him briefly early Monday morning to create his first video. He also blogs. I already am impressed that he takes advantage of the web. He will bring a fresh vibe to the School of Business and I am very excited about that. Best of all, he has a beautiful family and an adorable little girl.

Miles Davis hooked me into jazz and then pushed me beyond jazz. Miles’s ever-changing direction disoriented me when I first learned about his music. At that time, I did not pay attention to the release date of his albums. I just listened to whatever records I could get my hands on. I loved Kind of Blue and admired the Spanish tone on Sketches of Spain. I liked the spacious sound on Bitches Brew even though I didn’t get it. Then the Indian flavor of On the Corner and the dated programming on Tutu lost me. As a hip-hop fan, I couldn’t take the lyrics on Doo-Bop seriously. At that point, Miles was all over the map for me, but I always loved the way he played no matter where he was heading. His choices of notes and phrasings were thoughtful and meaningful. He understood that the notes he left out were as essential as the notes he played.

My appreciation for Miles escalated after I bought The Complete Columbia Album Collection. The day the box set arrived on my front door, I ate, worked, drove, and slept with Miles’s music for two months straight. My goal was to get through at least one album a day. I even started Sketches of Miles, a project to experiment with web design techniques and to jot down my thoughts on the albums I loved. For each album I selected, I reused its cover art and played with typography to convey my message. Listened to his albums in chronological order allowed to me see both the progression he made as well as the road he took to refine and reinvent his music.

From the start, Miles was determined to take music on his own path. At eighteen, Miles had the opportunity to play with Charlie Parker, the father of bebop and the alto saxophone virtuoso, but the high and fast style of playing didn’t impress him. Burnt out by the hot temper of bebop, Miles Davis gave birth to the cool. By slowing down the tempo, Miles focused on the lyricism in his phrasings.

Miles made a breakthrough and signed onto the Columbia roster after the Prince of Darkness cast his haunted, muted spell ’Round About Midnight. At Columbia Miles met and collaborated with the master of orchestration, Gil Evans, on three classics: Miles Ahead, Porgy and Bess, and Sketches of Spain.

Milestones entered the world of modal jazz and prepared for the laid-back and relaxing Kind of Blue that eases its way into the heart and soul of millions. I could listen to Kind of Blue in whatever mood I was in. The power of the album was in its ability to blend itself into whatever state of mind I was in at the time. Kind of Blue also featured one of the finest sextets in the world with John Coltrane and Cannonball Adderley on saxophones, Bill Evans on piano, Paul Chambers on bass, and Jimmy Cobb on drums.

The group fell apart not too long after Kind of Blue. Miles missed Coltrane because the saxophonist’s sheets of sound was a perfect complement to Mile’s economical trumpet. Someday My Prince Will Come was a great illustration of their collaboration . In contrast to Mile’s slow-burning, trapped tone, Coltrane blazed lines of fire. In trying to rebuild his band with not much success, Miles went into depression. He expressed, “[T]he music wasn’t happening and that was fucking me up.”

Indeed Miles remained unproductive until he formed his new quintet. When the young drummers Tony Williams, bassist Ron Carter and pianist Herbie Hancock joined him in the studio to record Seven Steps to Heaven, Miles was excited again because he “knew right away that this was going to be a motherfucker of a group.” When Wayne Shorter came on board, Miles headed toward a new direction starting with E.S.P. Miles Smiles made a strong case for the post bop movement, but then Nefertiti marked the last great acoustic Miles.

Sixteen months, you’re at the age of learning and discovering. You learn to do things by watching us, like you know that before you brush your teeth, you have to water the toothbrush and put on the toothpaste. You also learn to be very passionate. I showed you how to kiss once and you picked it up. If I ask you to give me a kiss, you would put your lips on mine, then you turn to mommy and give her one as well. You also know how to blow a kiss when I blow one at you.

When I take you out, you would wave to anyone you see. You gave people a cute smile when they waved back at you. You look at bit disappointed when you waved at people and they don’t wave back at you, not because they are ignoring you, but they simply just don’t see you. Life will be like that when you grow older. You don’t always get what you want, but don’t let that get you down my dear. Things don’t always go your way, but don’t give up.

Keep on head up and keep your hands high. Be kind and be friendly. Keep your spirit up and you’ll live a much happier life. You’re a very charming boy and we’re very proud of you.

Yesterday my wife asked to get some fried tofu from Thanh Son so I took Cu Dao with me. I put him in the car and gave him a bottle. We listened to some Miles Davis and drove about twenty-five minutes to Eden. By the time we got there, Duke was already fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake him up nor did I want to leave him in the car to go buy some tofu. So my other option was to ask for help.

I pulled up into an empty space a few cars away from Thanh Son. I asked an elder woman standing outside if she could go in and buy me $10 tofu as I pulled out $20 from my wallet. She told me to go in and get it and she would keep an eye out for me, but I couldn’t leave my boy with a stranger. I spotted another woman coming into Thanh Son, but before I could even asked her she already shrugged as if I was begging money or something. I thought it was kind of hilarious. I was being dissed in my own community.

I didn’t give up though. I knew someone would kind enough to help me out. So another woman walked by, I stopped her and showed her where Duke was sleeping. She was a bit hesitated, but I handed her a $20 bill anyway. She smiled and went in to get me some fried tofu.

Another colleague of mine had passed away. I didn’t realize that I hadn’t talk to him for weeks. Ever since we launched the new design, I basically lock myself in my office and focus on migrating the all contents to the new design. The news stopped me cold. The last time we were on the phone Fred asked me to help him set up some Macs for some faculty members. I agreed.

Fred was an IT for the School of Business, but he is a PC guy. Although I am not an expert, Fred was my go-to guy regarding to Mac. In return, Fred always responded to my requests as quickly as he could. In the School of Business, Fred was the PC and I am the Mac. On a more personally level, Fred was a jazz aficionado and like me Fred was also a Miles’s fan. I just found out that from another colleague that Fred had gone “In a Silent Way” a few weeks ago. Rest in peace, my man.

In just six months I had lost three people I had the pleasure working with. Witnessing the people around you just leave makes me think about life and death. It could just happen to anyone. It’s a sad reality, but it teaches me to not to worry too much about death. When it is time for me to go. I’ll go. While I am still here I want to make the best of it for the people around me, especially my lil Duke. He gives me the reason to live.

“The girls come up with the nicest outfit
 / The guys come up with the nicest haircut
 / And me come up with this microphone.” Suboi claims on “Ticki Ticki Toc,” an opening track off her debut Walk released under Duc Tri’s Music Faces label. Suboi’s first breakthrough was when she rapped on Ho Ngoc Ha’s “Girls’ Night.” When I first heard that track, I envisioned a MILF taking her daughter to a club. Although she is twenty years old, she sounds like twelve on the record.

Lyrically speaking, her rhymes are straight elementary. What amazes me though is that she could combine three languages in just two bars: “Mi casa es su casa, I just say blah blah / 
If you don’t understand, forget it, cho qua.” Who could have thought of rhyming “blah blah” with “cho qua?” On the title track, Suboi mimics the southern flow to go with the big, dirty southern beat supplies by Duong Khac Kinh, producer of the album. Unfortunately, Blak Ray slaughters the tune with his annoying chorus-singing.

In some ways, Suboi is like M.I.A. minus the lyrical substance. They both rap like kids over big beats and they both are tone deaf, but M.I.A. knows how to work within her limitation and her punchlines are brilliant. Suboi’s lines are just silly: “Hola, Me llamo S – U – B – O – I
 / Ima dance like there’s an ant in my pants.” Maybe Suboi doesn’t have the freedom to express herself the way M.I.A. does. Not that I expect Suboi to drop some deep thoughts, but hip-hop can’t live if she’s not free. Walk is nothing more than a baby rap album.

While in San Antonio, we wanted to check out some steakhouses. My brother-in-law looked up Chama Gaucha Brazilian Steakhouse and read some raved reviews so off we went. Chama Gaucha is an all-you-can-eat joint, but the design is quite upscale. Five of us (including Cu Dao) arrived first at noon and expected four of our cousins and two kids to join us. Since this is a buffet place we could just hand out and wait for them.

I kicked off lunch with fresh, delightful salad and a glass of Caipirinha. The servers then came out with fresh-off-the-grill meats on their hands. I just had to tell them how cooked I wanted and they would slide me a juicy piece. My favorites were ribeye, sirloin and beef rib. I didn’t like the lamb too much because of the strong scent and didn’t even have room for the chicken.

Dana and I took turn to eat and look after Duke. After about fifteen minutes, Duke didn’t want to stay in his high chair anymore. He got up and roamed free around the restaurant. I couldn’t take him outside because it was too damn hot. We ate and waited for two hours and none of my cousins showed up. One couple who came from California were lost and they didn’t have a GPS in hand. The other couple with two kids just copped out without even letting us know. I checked on them and thought they were on their way, but later found out that they never made it out of the hotel because the kids were sleeping. Saying no seemed to be the hardest word.

The restaurant closed out lunch at 2pm and we were still in there. Finally the couple who were lost found their way in around 2:45. The servers continued to served us. Luckily there were other tables filled with patrons so I didn’t feel so bad. My point was that the service was exceptional. If they were to kick us out at 2pm, I would still think service was decent. They were patience with us and even offered to give directions to the folks who were lost. They didn’t make us feel like we need to hurry up and get the fuck out. So we basically sat there from 12pm to 4pm. I had Flan and a Brazilian coffee for dessert. The coffee liquor was strong and I loved it. What I enjoyed the most still was the service they gave us.

If you’re in San Antonio, you have to check out Chama Gaucha. The food is great; the service is superb. For $22 a pop, I can come back again and again if I live near by San Antonio. Big props to the servers for such a wonderful dining experience.