I have never paid attention to horse-racing ever in my life, but the events of this past weekend have got the wheels spinning a little in my head.

So Eight Belles, one of the horses running in the Kentucky Derby, broke two ankles during the race and was euthanized on the racetrack. My reaction was to immediately question why this horse couldn’t simply have been allowed to live and see her ankles heal and simply hang out in a field the rest of her life. What I found online is that horses generally can’t heal from broken legs and ankles, and not euthanizing a horse after such an injury would actually amount to torture as the healing process for a horse is very painful and oftentimes fatal.

So naturally, my second question was – seriously? If these injuries, which you hear about often enough for the general public to know racehorses are euthanized, are relatively common, why do we have horse racing at all? Isn’t that somewhat needless?

And again the Internets provided the answer. Horses run in the wild as well, and they in fact race each other naturally, so doing so on a track is pretty much giving them a place to do it, and also allows people to get some enjoyment and cash out of it. OK, that makes sense I suppose. There seems to be some acknowledgment that breeding racehorses does result in animals that are a bit more likely to break a bone, and while that doesn’t exactly seem ethical, I’m really not an expert on the matter, and it’s hard for me to judge what’s really acceptable without being very well acquainted with the sport.

Now if you know me, then you probably know where I’m going next. What is the major difference between supporting horse racing, a sport in which animals are bred to be more likely to die than they would be in the wild, and dogfighting, a sport in which animals are bred to be more likely to die than they would be in the wild? How are clips of dogfights shown on CNN with a warning, but the Kentucky Derby is nationally televised to an adulating audience? Why are dogfight losers considered “brutally” killed, and Eight Belles was “euthanized?” How does Michael Vick get 23 months in prison, but the owner of Eight Belles gets a letter from PETA?

And as usual, I’m not advocating for the filly’s owner to be tried as a criminal and locked up, I’m just saying, there’s somethign a little uneven here, and if you just think about what types of folks tend to be into horse racing, and what types of folks tend to be into dogfighting, and I’m just saying, the different way they get treated has more than a little bit to do with the race and relative wealth of the audience.

After the exhausting trip back and forth to Poughkeepsie, I spent a few hours at home Friday morning, then had to jump on a flight to DC because the University of Maryland beckoned. Riding the DC Metro reminded me of my youth (relatively), when I spent two years living in the nation’s capital. I have very fond memories of DC because it really helped me develop as a writer, and I was also welcomed into the U Street spoken word scene, which was especially great because I lived just blocks away from there. So word to DC. I miss it.

But not enough to move back…

Anyway, I arrived at Maryland and chilled out in Dharma Naik’s office with Bobby, the lead student organizer. For some reason the office was incredibly hot. I didn’t bring a change of clothes because I was only in town for like 14 hours, so I was worried about sweating through my clothes. I undid some buttons, but quickly rethought my strategy and simply moved myself into the hallway. There I got to hang out with my old buddy Neel Saxena - who eats Chinese food with Marion Barry! - and Parag Khandhar, who is now teaching at UMCP.

Also in the house was Gem Daus - who helped Neel and I establish the scientific theorem that all API men can perform a standing long jump of exactly 71 inches - and Garret Lum, who is the asshole in the picture to the left.

Anyway, the room was interesting, with a ceiling entirely made of glass. I know the administration was trying to send a message to us. Oh Asian Pacific American Heritage Month? Give ‘em the room with the glass ceiling! Damn you!

Four students kicked it off: Heather, Malcolm, Kenton, and Nikki. I couldn’t help but think of Prince’s song “Darling Nikki,” which I would have mentioned to Nikki if it hadn’t been completely inappropriate. You know, given the fact that it’s the song that was so raunchy it is directly responsible for those “Explicit Lyrics” stickers on cassettes and CDs. (Back when cassettes and CDs still existed…)

When I see old friends, I start to act, well, old. I start making jokes that you can only understand if you’re like 25+, and you’d only think are funny if you were born in the 70s. For example: whenever I see a group of handsome Asian men, it reminds me of the Basco brothers…but when I mentioned that to the crowd of college students, it was pretty clear none of them knew who the Basco brothers were. That’s a shame. I should have scolded them harder.

But we had fun. Got a chance to hang out afterward at some place where I ate an entire half chicken. I think there were fries involved too. I spoke to a small and awkward (Kumudha’s assessment, not mine) group of students about activism. When Dharma had said I could talk to them about campus organizing, I kinda laughed it off because I was thinking, no students want to talk about organizing on Friday night! But I guess I’m an idiot. Kudos Maryland students, you’re much more committed to the cause than I was in college.

So that night I hung out with my boys from back in the day. We played Commodore 64 and my man Coy dropped me off at the airport at 3AM to catch the first flight back home.

Yo when I started doing show recaps back in the Fall, I didn’t anticipate how difficult it would be to keep them up in the Spring when I had 2, 3, 4 or more shows in a week. I’m thinking back and I’m lagging by a full 7 days now. That’s not even fair because the Vassar show was such a great experience, I shoulda gotten to it quicker.

So I took the day off work last Thursday and rolled down to New York City, happened to meet my boy Mas Yamagata in the street, and later met up with old school homies Taiyo Na and Ishle Park. We hopped in a rental filled with Heather Park and her crew, including backup vocalists Bridget and Yvette, guitarist Shelton, and manager Steve.

One thing I learned on this trip was that a British accent will automatically make obnoxious comments sound charming like a mug. Steve was saying things to folks that normally may have gotten us shot, or at least drawn dirty looks, but everybody just giggled and batted their eyelashes and conjured images of the Queen in their heads.

The show was the first ever Danger & Beauty All-Stars show in the history of the world. Last year some time, Ishle asked a bunch of folks to join the roster of Danger & Beauty, and last week was the first time we were able to get together and represent for ourselves on that level. Those who know, know that Danger and Beauty is the title of a collection of works by Jessica Hagedorn, who I saw once at the Asian American Writers Workshop in New York when I was 21 and was too intimidated to introduce myself.

But what a first show it was! I can’t remember the last time I did a show with Ishle or Taiyo, let alone both of them together. They were, of course, as amazing as they’ve ever been. You definitely need to cop Taiyo’s brand goddamn new LP. Where? Here. Click the link! That’s my man for almost ten years, and this is his first solo release, so just think about ten+ years of growth represented in one CD. You won’t be disappointed.

Ishle was of course Ishle, right. Jason, the student who introduced the tour and was the main organizer for the event, called her the Queen of Queens, which I thought was pretty appropriate. I remember getting hecka pissed off at Rev Run when Ishle was named Poet Laureate of Queens a few years ago. Folks were saying that it was anti-hip hop sentiment that kept Run from the title, but no, it was the fact that Ishle is one of the premier writers of her generation. So f–k a mainstream. Ishle Yi Park all day.

And it was the first time I saw Heather Park perform. Wow. She was amazing man. Sometimes singers are just singers and sometimes they’re Singers. Obviously Heather falls into the second category. She - and band - just held it together to close the night. During her second song, I actually stopped eating to listen. Folks who know me know it’s extremely difficult to get me to stop eating to do anything, except eat something else. Turns out that song I was feeling so hard was also included on the soundtrack to the film “West 32nd,” so I hope that brings Heather a wide audience. She deserves it.

At the end of the night, everyone put in crazy effort to get us back to the city by midnight so I could take a bus back to Boston and sleep in my own bed. I made it with actually much time to spare, and spent a few hours with my wife before heading back out on the road to hit up Maryland.

It’s been a tiring week month, but well worth it to reconnect with folks and connect anew with others. Yeah I know I’m not doing one show per day, but don’t forget I have a day job son. More soon!

No excuses for the lateness of this one really. I’ve just been tired yall. But it’s been almost a week now, and I better get this down before I forget how good an experience it was.

So I hit up Syracuse last Thursday, and yes, the shit was hot. It was an event sponsored by two student orgs: ASIA and La Lucha, representing for Asians and Latinos on campus. So the double feature was myself and the phenomenal Carlos Andrés Gómez outta New York. The event was called “Cafe con Bubble Tea,” which leads me to believe there are just different spellings from zip code to zip code. Here in Boston, I see it called Boba like everywhere. I guess whatever it’s called, it’s delicious!

But the night wasn’t about the beverages. I opened the show, and just got real comfortable, running a little longer than my usual set, since the vibe was so family. I don’t remember what pieces I did, I just know I had a mad good time. It was a beautiful basement space with good sound, and interesting lighting choices going on, so I immediately felt comfortable and purposely didn’t prepare too much because I wanted to keep it kinda spontaneous.

Plus I was tired from my trip from Chicago that day.

Man as beat as I was, that night really energized me. After my set, came a student affairs staff at Syracuse on the mic, Cedric Bolton, who goes back to the old days in Minnesota with my boy Bao when he used to round up artists of color to routinely battle and defeat the mainstreamers in the Twin Cities. So little did I know that one of the members of the school’s administration was also a spoken word super hero, so that was crazy! It also turns out he was in the movie “Lean on Me.” You learn something new every day.

So After Cedric, came Carlos, and yeah, I feel like nowadays, every time I double feature with someone, it’s someone I’ve known for years, so it’s not that new. But Carlos and I never shared a stage before, so I was able to experience it like most of the students there. Just everything was brand new and fresh. I don’t remember the last time I saw someone for the first time and was blown away like that. Damn, I hope I get to see that brother again soon, because his work is on that level.

After all that, we went out for Korean food, which is always a good call. I had to wake up at 4:30 the next morning to catch a 6AM flight. So I had that going for me.

I have to give major props to the Cuse students for bringing me out there and allowing me to be a part of a great night. (And also for giving me a shirt. Word!) Especially Jennifer, who did most of the legwork to get me out there, as well as to Andrea and Judy who scooped me at the hotel to guide half a block down the street in case my dumbass got lost. Jessica from La Lucha, and also Jin and Sterling who handled guitar lending-duties for the evening. Oh that photo of me and Cedric is ganked from Kacy’s Facebook page.

Later yall. Vassar Thursday, Maryland Friday. Sleep Saturday.

Man this has been a looong week. Beats Rhymes and Rice did our final show of the school year by doing up University of Illinois-Chicago this past Wednesday. Man it felt crazy too for some reason. We all got into town that afternoon, and the show started at 4PM. So it was kinda tight, even though it wasn’t like we had mad stuff to do. We just had myself, Bao, and Kiwi come in from 3 different cities, into 2 different airports, with 3 different methods of ground transportation to campus. When we all finally got there like 30 minutes before showtime, we were understandably pretty beat up.

At the same time, we were pretty upbeat (see how I did that?), because the AARCC at UIC treated us really well, giving us our very own office within their office to hold court and read magazines. So by the time we got to the venue, I was ready to go.

Of course we did our thing the way we usually do it, which is to say we effin killed it. That’s just facts kid. Scientifical. It was unexpectedly good sound for a really large ballroom type space. And for a late afternoon event, it was a surprisingly huge crowd. Man, UIC folks had much in store for us, because it was lovely how responsive they were. Commuter schools yo. That’s where it’s at.

Bao did a new really dope and well-conceptualized piece, which he said he wrote the previous night. And Kiwizzo closed it out in style like he always does. This time a couple b-boys jumped out in front the stage to get involved.

I was thinking in my head though, you can’t get a bunch of Asians together without either breakdancing or a fight breaking out. Sometimes both.

This was the first time I remembered to specifically get the bombass Kiwi t-shirt, but they were sold out! Damn! Afterward, we walked to a Mexican joint to overeat. So that was nice, I like to end my show dates with mad food. At the end of the night, Jen asked Bao, Kiwi, and me to be in this video project that includes the likes of Helen Zia, Geroge Takei, and the Honorable Mike Honda (D-California). So that makes no sense. I’m thinking she’s trying to contrast what accomplished API folks look like and what big goofy idiots look like.

I have to give much thanks to Rachel Kim for providing me with a guitar on such short notice. Also to Corrine and Karen, Elvyn, Ramona, Jen, and AARCC student staff: David, Melissa, Aaditi, and Winnie.

Oh, this picture is courtesy of Jen Tsang’s Facebook. Holla.

Peace. Sorry for the lag in posts…I’ll get to Cuse soon!

So last Friday I hit up BC for the opening of APAHM, and on Monday I did up Brandeis for the closing of APAHM. Different schools, different schedules, you know.

It was a good opportunity because it was a double feature, with myself sharing the stage with the Chu Ling Dance Academy, which has been on the cultural scene in Boston for as long as I can remember, and has been teaching traditional and modern dance to a wide array of folks since forever. The thematic tie was that both myself and Chu Ling use art to explore heritage and as a form of expression of culture. So that was quite an honor to be compared to Chu Ling.

I couldn’t make soundcheck since I had to work, and so it was an on-the-fly soundcheck that happened as the show began. Yeah that’s fine too. So everything in the set went fairly smoothly, except that during my third piece, the fire alarm went off. I got froze in the spotlight, and it took me a while before I realized that yes, we really did need to leave the building. Outside, Elaine put the positive spin on the situation by saying I should acknowledge that it was the first time anything like that had ever happened to me. She was right, and so I had to just up up and away with it.

After that not-very-brief intermission, I tried to continue my set, but it was hard to recapture that momentum, so I basically sat there and sang Ace of Bass and Journey until folks were with me again.

I done Brandeis at a regular clip it feels like, I think I’ve been there like every 2-3 years or so for a long time. I have to give much thanks to the students there for continuing to support my work and for asking me to continue to come back.

Shirley put in the work to bring me to campus, and so a lot of thanks to her. Happy April!

Saturday night I swung by Northeastern University to do the host thing. I was a little off-kilter, I have to admit that, because I came out swearing up a storm. Sorry about that Northeastern. I had had a rough day. I think after about half an hour, I started to settle down, and used more appropriate language. But hey. Shit happens.

The event was called “CelebrASIAN” - which is crazy because I feel like when I was in high school, all the Asian parties were called shit like that. RevelASIAN. InvASIAN. But then they started running out of good ones, so they started using stuff like ConjugASIAN and InflammASIAN and that whole trend died out. But apparently it’s back; I welcome it with open arms.

So the show opened with Odaiko New England, who has been great partners for us at my work. They – and specifically new Executive Director Mark Rooney – are really invested in working with Asian American kids to encourage them to be confident and loud and proud, you know, to live like a drum. It was good to see that crew in action.

Also, the show closed with Marie Digby, who apparently is a big YouTube star. Just a month ago, I wrote an entry on BPRLive.org about how Youtube is only good for posting videos of cute kids or people singing other people’s songs in front of their computer. The crazy shit is, Ms. Digby chose the latter option, and I guess parlayed that into a recording contract? Once again, my career advice proves to be crazy solid.

But the real stars of the show were the million or so students who hit stage that evening. I can certainly not name them individually, so I’ll just say the API students at Northeastern hella represented for their school. That individuals, student organizations, Greek organizations, the whole cotdamn nine.

I love these kinds of huge student performance events. It means a lot more when you can see your friends up on stage, or conversely, it means more to actually be the one getting shine instead of the one who is working behind the scenes. So often, college students bust their ass to organize an event with an outside performer, maybe with food from outside, maybe with audience and guests from off campus, and they are simply doing it because they want to see somethign special happen on their campus. It isn’t driven by ego or greed, but just a desire to be a part of something memorable, and to give an opportunity to share some of their passion with everyone who attends.

That’s why it’s really important for those who come from off-campus to appreciate the work done by those on campus. Like I tried to keep my part of the night as stress-free as possible for the student organizers, because without their confidence in me, I never would be there in the first place. So it’s my duty to give back some measure of support man. College students gotta work hard to get events like this done, and as an outsider, I just have to give continuous props to the amount of sweat and tears they lose doing their thing.

Anyway, I took this opportunity to once again challenge the entire audience to a game of Scrabulous. And I am getting my ass WHUPPED. I didn’t know you could use “Zaire” as a word? That’s a country! Here’s a tip: don’t play Abra Seng.

Much love to Franco and Angelia for working so hard on the event, also to Long for hooking me up with Northeastern gig after gig. Those guys must be getting real tired of my ass on their campus all the time. Also, of course, good to see old buddies Delia, Van, and Eugene working before the show. That always puts me at ease.

Later!

This entry can be read in its entirety at BPRLive.org.

Ten long years ago, I was working as a delivery driver, passing the summer before college started up again wearing a tuxedo shirt and bow tie, drinking customers’s sodas, then telling them, “Sorry, we ran out of Sprite, do you want Poland Spring instead?” In other words, they were good old damn days. I could drive around the city – and surrounding areas – with my new license, my mom’s car, and a tape deck that worked most of the time. People sometimes ask how I got to know my way around Boston so well, and I tell them they can trace it back to the summer of 1997.

Getting sick of hearing Natalie Imbruglia and Eagle-Eye Cherry every 45 minutes on the radio, I turned to my boy A+ – shockingly, not his real name – for some music I could record onto a cassette that wouldn’t get boring through the grind of 10 hour days spent mostly behind red lights, counting out tips in coins, and looping in circles trying to find where Atlantic Ave actually starts.

A was ready for me. “These some West Coast Chinese rappers man,” he said. “Like a mix between the Pharcyde and Ras Kass – but Chinese!” A isn’t Asian, so please forgive him for not knowing that Key Kool and DJ Rhettmatic (formerly of Brotherhood Creed) – collectively known by some as Kozmonautz – were actually of Japanese and Filipino descent respectively.

Those who know, know that one of the standout tracks on their independently-released debut was “Reconcentrated,” Key’s dedication to the 120,000+ Japanese Americans unjustly incarcerated during WWII. I could write an entire post about what that song has meant in my life, but I’ll save it for another time. I’m really back in 1997 right now because I want to get to Day One of the Visionaries, the supergroup that first recorded together on “Visionaries (Stop Actin’ Scary)” off the Kozmonautz joint. In fact, they recorded the song two years earlier, but it didn’t make its way into my tape deck until 97.

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