I took Mason to his first concert last night. It is an awful thing for a father to infect his child’s future concert going with a show with his hopelessly out-of-touch-father. I did it anyway, and I will now, forever, haunt every show he goes to as a young person, man and consumer of culture.
Early in the evening, seeing me bob my head to the tasty beats, he suggested that I not do “that.”
“That rocking your head back and forth thing, Dad.” He thought a minute as I stifled my appreciation of the Asian Three Stooges of Rap. “And if you move your shoulders or stand up,” looking over at me seriously, “I’m going to leave.”
By the end of the night Mason Scott Gregoire (MSG), The Notorious MSG and I had all reached accommodation, as you can see above. These Brothers are funny. The songs were funny and off color. When they had all of the audience shouting “Pimp-It,” I couldn’t help but smile. In spite of the sound system distorting their “Chinatown accents,” a great time, and many thoughtful laughs were enjoyed. Their range was wide, including Down-Lo Mein’s singing of “Dim-Sum Girl” his touching ballad about the woman behind the cart in her sweet white uniform. He did, as promised “get Lionel Rich_ on our asses.”
Mason pointed out that “Hong Kong Fever” (The Ring Leader) does not have a bowl-cut, as I called it, but that the kids at PS150Q call it a “Mushroom-cut.” It is like some sort of fungus sprouting out of bad parenting, clippers and home-cut-hair. Speaking hair styles I thought that Down-Lo Mein, the “Yellow Gigolo’s” permed Gerry-Curl mullet channeled Easy E and Chris Rock in CB4 nicely. The Hunan Bomb, “The killing Machine,” is not the stoner-type that his coif would suggest. He was active, witty and tall when we met him after the concert.
I had a great time with the “Chinatown Hustlers” and my son.