Sometimes I am surprised by what a great parent I am. Last night, Bea Long and I took our teenagers to a Kanye West concert. Kanye is an American rapper and I am sure you all know more about him than I do.
Here are my thoughts and impressions (my age is showing):
1) the theatre was 1/3 full
2) Kanye is not a gifted singer; American Idol has better.
3) The show was big on lights but was a watered-down version for the Asian audience. The Chinese dude next to me, who could not speak English, knew every word. I, who can speak English, could understand about one-third of the lyrics, which I am thinking is a good thing.
4) Kanye did not thank the people of China for coming to see him nor did he thank his band members and entourage. This is unthinkable, in my view. Did I miss a blip of American culture where performers no longer thank their audiences? Isn’t that how performers ratchet up music sales? Maybe he was too cool for Shanghai.
5) The “scene” was pretty safe. Some Dutch kids behind me were smoking pot but, let’s face it, there was much more of that in the matinee theater on a Saturday afternoon where I grew up, so the risk to my teenager was minimal.
6) Kanye’s pants sat higher on his hips than my own son’s. He wore a belt.
7) Thing 1 had a great time and was not embarrassed that I was there, albeit sitting in a separate section of the auditorium. We waved to each other with our light sticks.
Last week an inordinate amount of time was spent searching for imported long-life (boxed) milk. Some was eventually found but across the river, on the third day. The shelves have remained conspicuously bare, the You Know Whos wanting consumers to purchase the local goods.
Candy, probably chock full of toxins other than sugar, was duly passed out on Halloween. It was a pretty uneventful evening. The Things now like to travel in packs instead of hanging with Mr. Understanding. I like to man the door – you meet a lot of kids from your kids’ inner circle this way.
I also had a 4 hour yak fest/visit last week with Louise, the woman who came to my rescue when I broke my ankle in Brazil. It was fab to catch up and compare notes on teenagers, surgeries, and our old friends. On Thursday, we are off on one of Princess Ai Lin’s Inner China tours. The forecast says rain but I am going to think positively, as I will for all things that come to pass.
Finally, a few of the good women of Campinas, Brazil are putting on a bazaar to benefit the Servicio Social Nova Jerusalem on November 8. Say a little prayer for their huge success despite the economy to help the children of the nearby favela.