My birth certificate shows my parents in their early 40’s.
No wonder my Dad’s taste for music was a bit off.
One of his favorites however stood the test of time: Le Da.
After all, it has something to do with the rock of ages.
It’s very sentimental (Rock solid yet soft when it comes to matter of the heart).
I gave it a try last night. Got a square 100 according to the karaoke machine.
My Dad must have sung through me.
The musical genes.
His generation experienced upheavals: revolution, uprootedness, and twice a refugee.
No wonder they were defined by and encoded their experience and emotion via music. A famous Vietnamese composer of my Dad’s time, Pham Duy, has just passed away.
Other singers (The Uptight) are making their way back to performing in Vietnam: new audience, new aspiration.
Something about a wandering soul seeking solace and wounded heart, soothing.
America has indeed been blessed with many talents from elsewhere.
The experience of America’s newest poet speaks well of this.
The American Century might be coming to an end, but in its place, the American Character barely blooms, blending best in class.
The style and confidence Viet Kieu singers (Vietnamese American) and filmmakers prove this point.
And before you know, you will find The Boat, The Book of Salt etc.. on Amazon book list.
It’s been since its inception that America embraces seekers and searchers.
It entertains doubts and encourages determination.
After all, it has elected not one term, but two terms, an American of exception.
Uniquely 21st century, he always has vacation in Hawaii, a half-way between East and West. There in the cliff, you will find some rocks, some tears and some tales of sorrow only rock could last long enough to tell.
My Dad would be passionate to join, if you give him the second mike. I wouldn’t bet on the score at the end though. Even me, I was just lucky last night.