Music Matters
Why is it that music makes everything OK? Last night I accidentally deleted all of my trip photos off my camera's memory card. So bummed. Spent over an hour in the web cafe with a tech-savvy traveler, trying to retrieve them. Got some back, but not all. And I am the type of person that has a hard time letting stuff like that go.
One of the girls from the hostel and I had planned to check out the hip-hop night at Bed Supper Club, so we headed there (me dragging my feet and pouting). No time to change clothes or fuss--had to go straight there. Rocking flip-flops and no make-up. Felt a little silly showing up dressed like that. But as soon as I walked in, the DJ dropped Kardinal's "Maxine" (Canada in the house!) and everything in my world was alright again. He didn't stop there; DJ NGL played Biggie's "Hypnotize," then Mobb Deep's "Shook Ones," Sean Paul's "Get Busy," Akon's "Locked Up," and Tribe's "Award Tour." Stood on the balcony of the club, watching the packed house go crazy, and just loving life. Don't know why music can do that for me, but I'm so glad it does.
Interviewed NGL after the club closed (flick below on left). He's British/Caribbean and has been in Bangkok for a couple of years. He says he's watched the scene explode over the last year or so. Also said that every scene goes through two stages: imitation and innovation. He believes the Thais are moving into the second stage, experimenting and finding their own sound.
After the club, me and my hostel friend sat on the street corner with a bunch of Thai taxi drivers, shooting the breeze until 4 a.m. The taxi drivers were hilarious. In this country, cabbies tend to pester you on the street endlessly with "madam, where you go?" It's easy to stop noticing these people, to brush past and tune them out. But sitting with them for a couple of hours while they hustled was something else. They would put on a blank look, perform their "taxi, taxi?" routine, and then turn around and crack witty jokes in pretty decent English. They told us about their wives, and their kids, and their jobs, and their views on American politics. Before they went home for the night, they gave us some pink rose apples. My favorite.
One of the girls from the hostel and I had planned to check out the hip-hop night at Bed Supper Club, so we headed there (me dragging my feet and pouting). No time to change clothes or fuss--had to go straight there. Rocking flip-flops and no make-up. Felt a little silly showing up dressed like that. But as soon as I walked in, the DJ dropped Kardinal's "Maxine" (Canada in the house!) and everything in my world was alright again. He didn't stop there; DJ NGL played Biggie's "Hypnotize," then Mobb Deep's "Shook Ones," Sean Paul's "Get Busy," Akon's "Locked Up," and Tribe's "Award Tour." Stood on the balcony of the club, watching the packed house go crazy, and just loving life. Don't know why music can do that for me, but I'm so glad it does.
Interviewed NGL after the club closed (flick below on left). He's British/Caribbean and has been in Bangkok for a couple of years. He says he's watched the scene explode over the last year or so. Also said that every scene goes through two stages: imitation and innovation. He believes the Thais are moving into the second stage, experimenting and finding their own sound.
After the club, me and my hostel friend sat on the street corner with a bunch of Thai taxi drivers, shooting the breeze until 4 a.m. The taxi drivers were hilarious. In this country, cabbies tend to pester you on the street endlessly with "madam, where you go?" It's easy to stop noticing these people, to brush past and tune them out. But sitting with them for a couple of hours while they hustled was something else. They would put on a blank look, perform their "taxi, taxi?" routine, and then turn around and crack witty jokes in pretty decent English. They told us about their wives, and their kids, and their jobs, and their views on American politics. Before they went home for the night, they gave us some pink rose apples. My favorite.
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