Wednesday, November 18, 2009

photo story by Misa Vu

My new Vietnamese acquaintance, Misa, took us to a rock bar in Phu Nhuan called Artwork where you get a complimentary glass of ice tea with your gin, unfeigned table service and you can smoke to your lungs desire. Reggae renditions of Jimmy Hendrix s’ Angel ricocheted off the acrylic furniture and deep into my eardrums; the calypso rhythm and offbeat percussion jigged around in my skull as I sat in silent rapture, brainwashed by a seven-string base. I was like a cobra to the flute.

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