Ga (Chicken Little)<\/strong> Bo (Where Is the Beef)<\/strong> Heo (Porky)<\/strong> Kho To (Clay Pot Stuff)<\/strong> I love this place even more now. It’s actually kind of great to not have to deal with the English translations and just have to sit here looking up what everything is in my little online Vietnamese dictionary. I should have a working knowledge of basic ingredients in no time! <\/p>\n If anybody is interested in seeing a bizarre continuation of the whole “what does the word precious mean” argument, go check out the Brooklyn Vegan post linked here<\/a>. For those of you who are not regular BV readers, the comments section is sort of like those restaurants where they are famous for being rude “\u201d there’s one in Chicago that’s like, a fake diner? In Providence there was some sandwich shop called Geoff’s, anyway, check it out. It’s not interesting per se but it’s there, it exists, it’s online, it’s funny.<\/p>\n One thing that does emerge from all of this: is it appropriate for artists to respond to reviews? I sort of think yes, because reviews, like art, can be good and bad regardless of their content, and people need 2 know. One of my least favorite things to receive, for instance, is a badly-written rave; it makes me hate my music. Don’t you ever see those restaurant reviews that are total raves but written so weirdly that you never want to go to the restaurant? On the other hand, I’ve gotten my share of terrible reviews that were well-enough written and actually reviews<\/em> rather than (and this is where the wording gets tricky) loaded descriptions of things that are simply True. Those reviews I welcome; somebody up in the Times was all, his music is “arbitrarily episodic” and I read that shit, and was like, oh my God! That’s actually completely right. Now, I think I’ve moved on to Episodic but Organized, like a meal of tapas. In 2001, it was very much like a delicious buffet raided by a crazy person. Moving along: let me construct a non-review for you that consists of no opinions but only facts:<\/p>\n Doyers Vietnamese Restaurant is inconveniently situated in the elbow of the smallest street in Chinatown; one is not shocked to hear that this picturesque little alley has been included in the sort of Hollywood chase scenes that contain generic Asian fruitmongers cast aside by our hero’s car. Walking down a narrow set of steps into a dingy basement, the usual assortment of ancestor-worshipping items (complete with the omnipresent can of Sprite) greets the diner as his eyes adjust. Instead of being greeted, we were treated to a loud, tonal diatribe from a toothless manager who barked incomprehensibly and as he showed us to a corner booth, he flung bits of sticky rice from his fingers towards a table of unsuspecting Germans, their “Not For Tourist” guidebook on top of the plastic-covered tabletop.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n See how mean you can make something even in stating facts? It’s not hard at all; you just top-down compose something from the point of view of already having a problem with it. It’s much easier than taking something for what it is, which is to say, a very delicious Vietnamese hole-in-the-wall on my corner. The thing about writing something In This Fashion is that all of the words become coded in the same way an unreliable narrator in a novel infects descriptions with opinion. Anyway, that’s all I meant by that. Also sometimes words like that, in the historical sense, were used against Benjamin Britten “\u201d in fact, an old teacher of mine used that word about Britten’s music and did “gay hand flap” at that time. “Oh, well, Ceremony of Carols is a little precious<\/em>, isn’t it.” For my straight readers out there, seeing somebody do “gay hand flap” is one of the most horrifying and offensive things you can possibly experience “\u201d it’s weirdly galvanizing and electrifyingly awful. In related thought: check out Liner Notes Dann\u00c3\u00bd’s rant<\/a> about taking music-opinion talking points from the 3rd Reich.<\/p>\n Ooh, all this talk about Britten makes me want to listen on the last chorale & descant from Midsummer<\/em> so bad right now. Here’s that:<\/p>\n [audio:HungryLionDavis.mp3] Now bitches, you want to talk about Precious? Hear that dotted rhythm, how Davis does it:<\/p>\n But then you listen to Benjamin Britten conducting the LSO<\/p>\n[audio:BibiConductsYtt.mp3]\n and his shit is all:<\/p>\n That is a seriously affected way to render out that rhythm, but it’s his to render, and I think it’s so beautiful, to have this secret five flowing over the whole Rhythm. Britten asks for this explicitly in the “Hallelujah” music that ends his Rejoice in the Lamb<\/em>, which is one of my all-time favorite things ever in the history of ever. Listen to him conduct it “\u201c it’s like a normal dotted rhythm but with an awkward urgency (it’s the inverse of the Midsummer rhythm):<\/p>\n[audio:RejoiceQuintuplets.mp3]\n
\n129. Ga Nuong Sa \t$9.00
\n131. Ga Xao Curry \t$9.00
\n133. Ga Xao Nam Rom \t$9.00
\n135. Ga Xao Cai Thap Cam \t$9.00
\n132. Ga Xao Dong Co \t$10.00<\/small><\/p>\n
\n121. Bo Lan Salad Son \t$12.00
\n123. Bo Luc Lac \t$12.00
\n127. Bo Xao Cai Ro \t$10.00<\/small><\/p>\n
\n138. Heo Xao Nam Rom \t$9.00
\n140. Heo Xao Chua Ngot \t$9.00
\n137. Heo Xao Dong Co \t$10.00
\n139. Heo Xao Cai Ro \t$9.00<\/small><\/p>\n
\n95. Ca Kho To \t$12.00
\n97. Thit Heo Kho To \t$12.00
\n99. Tom Um Satee \t$12.00
\n100. Ga Um Carry Sa \t$12.00<\/small><\/p><\/blockquote>\n![\"hair_noodles\"](\"https:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/hair_noodles-300x225.jpg\" "\\"hair_noodles\\"")
This is a long way of saying: I like opinions to be stated as such: The squid is too salty. The frogs’ legs were thin and I found a hair in the bun xao<\/em>. With music, the critique in a review has to be about the music, not about, like, the “style” (whatever that means). If you start making judgments just based on the style, it’s more of a meta-review. For example. If somebody hired me and paid me cash money to review music concerts and I went to a concert that was all Babbitt, Carter, and Wuorinen, it would be incredibly easy for me to construct a review based on a pre-conceived notion that their music is locked in the past, horseshit mathy jib-jab whose occasional brilliance comes from good orchestration and hiding triads in the bottom of things like how I hid a ham hock in some collard greens I cooked for a vegetarian one time. However, am I serving the readers of the review by writing from that place<\/em>? Probably not. Instead, I’d want to get into it, and talk about the music on its own terms: how does the Wuorinen extend 12-tone techniques? How come the orchestration is so good and earthy? How is this Carter piece more or less “efficient” than his other, more recent work? In what way is Babbitt’s sense of humor teased out by his clarinet writing? Are the pieces successful at the project they have set out for themselves? The style-opinions I can save for my History of 20th Century Music Book or Web Destination. <\/p>\n![\"200px-precious_memories_dolly_parton_album\"](\"https:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/200px-precious_memories_dolly_parton_album.jpg\" "\\"200px-precious_memories_dolly_parton_album\\"")
All of this is a long, long way around saying that I think words like “Precious” come from that first kind of review “\u201d the one where the larger descriptions bear the taint of opinion before we’ve even gotten to the end of the description. And let’s be honest: it’s much more fun to read a top-down, poison review. I have books and books of A.A. Gill’s reviews, who is the most poisonous and wonderful of all. Check out how fabulous this sentence is: “The basement was a nightclub, which, viewed from the top of the stairs, has all the elegance and excitement of a long-distance meat container full of assorted refugees.” Or: “It’s a rambling room that appears to have grown organically. Nobody sane could sit down and design it. The walls are covered in old junk, most of it weird farming equipment and coffee pots. The ceiling is a lot of executed mandolins, banjos, and ukuleles. The stools only function as objects for sitting on. In fact, it looks like they’ve been ethnically cleansing folk singers here.” Or, “Chicken consomm\u00e9 with duck and noodles was called mi ga<\/em>, a truly frightful, insipid infusion, which, with the simple addition of an exclamation mark, might have been the noise you made when tasting it.”<\/p>\n
\nBritten Now the Hungry Lion Roars<\/em> from Act III of A Midsummer Night’s Dream<\/em>
\nLSO\/Davis<\/small><\/p>\n![\"sir-colin\"](\"https:\/\/nicomuhly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/sir-colin.png\" "\\"sir-colin\\"")
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