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larryhammerShort shameful confession: Every time I hear the refrain line of “What It Sounds Like,” I want to add on, “when doves cry.”
---L.
Subject quote from What It Sounds Like, HUNTR/X.
---L.
Subject quote from What It Sounds Like, HUNTR/X.
larryhammer
“no more hiding i’ll be shining like i’m born to be / ’cause we are hunters voices strong”
Oct. 7th, 2025 09:56 amlarryhammerIn lion dance news, Eaglet has fully transitioned from the beginner to advanced team of performers, and is now performing only advanced routines. They and their partner are still working on getting down some moves, such as the lifts, but they’ll get there. They’ve come a long way in seven years together.
The troupe performed last weekend at the Asian Night Market, the second such, which was a pretty darn cool event. The kids opened the evening with a traditional lion dance and closed it with a K-pop routine in costume (the audience loudly appreciated both). The DJ running music between performances played pop songs from all over—I recognized Japanese,* Korean, Mandarin, and Viet, suspected one hip-hop track of being Tagalog, and given I suck at hearing lyrics there were no doubt more languages (one clue: he wore a Thai outfit). Other performances included traditional Korean and Kurdish dances, a Desi singer-songwriter who’d fit in perfectly at the Folk Festival, a solo violinist playing anime tunes, and Bollywood and K-pop dancers. Oh, and a dance-club set from the DJ, built on more Asian pop.
Lots of diaspora fusion, in other words, matching the food trucks and craft booths.
Despite moving to a venue more than twice the size from the first one, the Night Market was packed beyond capacity. We’ll see how it expands. And what the kids will do next.
* Including a citypop number.
---L.
Subject quote from Golden, HUNTR/X.
The troupe performed last weekend at the Asian Night Market, the second such, which was a pretty darn cool event. The kids opened the evening with a traditional lion dance and closed it with a K-pop routine in costume (the audience loudly appreciated both). The DJ running music between performances played pop songs from all over—I recognized Japanese,* Korean, Mandarin, and Viet, suspected one hip-hop track of being Tagalog, and given I suck at hearing lyrics there were no doubt more languages (one clue: he wore a Thai outfit). Other performances included traditional Korean and Kurdish dances, a Desi singer-songwriter who’d fit in perfectly at the Folk Festival, a solo violinist playing anime tunes, and Bollywood and K-pop dancers. Oh, and a dance-club set from the DJ, built on more Asian pop.
Lots of diaspora fusion, in other words, matching the food trucks and craft booths.
Despite moving to a venue more than twice the size from the first one, the Night Market was packed beyond capacity. We’ll see how it expands. And what the kids will do next.
* Including a citypop number.
---L.
Subject quote from Golden, HUNTR/X.
larryhammerFor Poetry Monday:
Down, Wanton, Down!, Robert Graves
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love’s name,
Or Beauty’s, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Poor Bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The ravelin and effect a breach—
Indifferent what you storm or why,
So be that in the breach you die!
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchness at the post,
When were you made a man of parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
Graves (1895-1985) was a poet, novelist, and eccentric mythographer. This is from his collection Poems 1930-1933.
---L.
Subject quote from Forever, CHVRCHES.
Down, Wanton, Down!, Robert Graves
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love’s name,
Or Beauty’s, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Poor Bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The ravelin and effect a breach—
Indifferent what you storm or why,
So be that in the breach you die!
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchness at the post,
When were you made a man of parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
Graves (1895-1985) was a poet, novelist, and eccentric mythographer. This is from his collection Poems 1930-1933.
---L.
Subject quote from Forever, CHVRCHES.