Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Ben.Z Vietnamese Bistro - Seymour St
It's a brand new pho bistro, next to Kishu and A&B Sound. Used to be Tribeca - you can still see remnants like the small statues, plants and the old menu board which hasn't been changed but which make this place seem chaotic and confusing. My new tagline for Dunkin's Donuts of 'it's not fusion, it's confusion' would apply here as well. Something about Vietnamese restaurants wanting to be all things to all people. It's enough to call out the guy that does the extreme makeovers.
Another thing of note - when you go to a pho restaurant, you order pho, which arrives fairly quickly and look similar to the phos at Pho Hua . One should not order something stir-fried as the order is rather 'lean cuisine'.
Speaking of makeovers, my prediction is that the wall between Kishu and Ben.Z will come tumbling down and it'll be one big restaurant.
Another thing of note - when you go to a pho restaurant, you order pho, which arrives fairly quickly and look similar to the phos at Pho Hua . One should not order something stir-fried as the order is rather 'lean cuisine'.
Speaking of makeovers, my prediction is that the wall between Kishu and Ben.Z will come tumbling down and it'll be one big restaurant.
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I see you’ve dated this entry Wednesday August 16th, a date I should remind you is when in 1977 Elvis left us for ever. As the years pass there are fewer and fewer of us for whom the memories of that saddest of days will be implanted in our minds as long as we live. For us, Elvis will always be The King.
When I heard the news on that never-to-be-forgotten day in 1977 I was, for some days after, an emotional basket case, or at least more of an emotional basket case than I normally am. I barely got through my days at work. I became withdrawn and depressed. In the evenings I would drive down to the lakeshore in Toronto where I then lived, and just sit there quietly alone until midnight, thinking about Elvis and what he’d meant to me, for he was so much a part of my growing up and therefore a part of me. So when Elvis died, that part of me that was Elvis died too, a loss from which I’ve never completely recovered. The scar will be there until the day I die.
I’ve never ceased to hope that when I finally cross over to The Other Side, Elvis will be among those who will be there to greet me. Without this hope, life for me would no longer be worth living. So I must, like, BELIEVE.
When I heard the news on that never-to-be-forgotten day in 1977 I was, for some days after, an emotional basket case, or at least more of an emotional basket case than I normally am. I barely got through my days at work. I became withdrawn and depressed. In the evenings I would drive down to the lakeshore in Toronto where I then lived, and just sit there quietly alone until midnight, thinking about Elvis and what he’d meant to me, for he was so much a part of my growing up and therefore a part of me. So when Elvis died, that part of me that was Elvis died too, a loss from which I’ve never completely recovered. The scar will be there until the day I die.
I’ve never ceased to hope that when I finally cross over to The Other Side, Elvis will be among those who will be there to greet me. Without this hope, life for me would no longer be worth living. So I must, like, BELIEVE.
In reply, I give you two Kinks songs - the first one written upon reflection of Elvis' death in 1977.
Actually the lyrics by itself does not do the song justice - the melody and the music make this an inspiring song.
Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isn't it strange, we never changed
We've been through it all yet we're still the same
And I know it's a miracle we still go, and for all we know
We might still have a way to go
Hello me, hello you, you say you want out
Want to start anew, throw in your hand
Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man
But for all we know, we might still have a way to go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know
There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down he puts some rock 'n' roll on
And it makes him feel alright
And when he feels the world is closing in
He turns his stereo way up high
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Look at me, look at you
You say we've got nothing left to prove
The King is dead, rock is done
You might be through but I've just begun
I don't know, I feel free and I won't let go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know
Dan is a fan and he lives for our music
It's the only thing that gets him by
He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows
He's seen us low and he's seen us high
Oh, but you and me keep thinking
That the world's just passing us by
Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Don't want to spend my life living on the edge of reality
Don't want to waste my life hiding away anymore
Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
The second song is a more fatalistic. Again, the music, the melody, the tempo changes and the interpretive voice must be heard. (You can check the video out at youtube.com; just search 'kinks scattered').
Like a seed that is sewn
All the children are scattered
By a breeze that is blown
Now the crops are all scattered
We are torn, we are shattered
Now some of us are barmy and battered
And the fields where we gathered
Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
Through it all we were scattered
To the fields we are scattered
From the day we are born
To grow wild and sleep rough
Till from the earth we are torn
And a soul that is free
Can live on eternally
And the spirit can live on
Though it's scattered in the world beyond
And I've been out of my mind
Ever since she's been gone
I look around that empty room
No sight nor sound
She's left so soon
She's out of view
But the I find
Those scattered clues she left behind
A photograph with a smiling face
A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
I guess I'll never see her again
Now my life is all scattered
Ever since she's been gone
I feel older, I feel fatter
I feel the blues coming on
We get bruised
We get battered
But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered
And with emotional glue
We're gonna stick together, body and mind
Ever since she went away
I've been alone to contemplate
Time and space and why world's move
While sitting in my solitude
I've watched the stars and wondered why
They're scattered up there in the sky
And is she up there out of view
On some higher platitude
I wish I knew
Wish I could prove
The reason why this life on earth
Is scattered like the universe
I'm scattered here and scattered there
Bits of me scattered everywhere
To the fields we are scattered
Then from the dust we are born
We survive somewhat battered
To a new life, a new dawn
IN the end what will it matter
There'll only be my ashes to scatter
And all the logical answers
To a worrying mind
Will be scattered in time
Beaten and battered
To the earth you are scattered
You're going home so what does it matter
To an atomic mind
Scattered here while you travel time
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Actually the lyrics by itself does not do the song justice - the melody and the music make this an inspiring song.
Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isn't it strange, we never changed
We've been through it all yet we're still the same
And I know it's a miracle we still go, and for all we know
We might still have a way to go
Hello me, hello you, you say you want out
Want to start anew, throw in your hand
Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man
But for all we know, we might still have a way to go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know
There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down he puts some rock 'n' roll on
And it makes him feel alright
And when he feels the world is closing in
He turns his stereo way up high
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Look at me, look at you
You say we've got nothing left to prove
The King is dead, rock is done
You might be through but I've just begun
I don't know, I feel free and I won't let go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know
Dan is a fan and he lives for our music
It's the only thing that gets him by
He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows
He's seen us low and he's seen us high
Oh, but you and me keep thinking
That the world's just passing us by
Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Don't want to spend my life living on the edge of reality
Don't want to waste my life hiding away anymore
Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
The second song is a more fatalistic. Again, the music, the melody, the tempo changes and the interpretive voice must be heard. (You can check the video out at youtube.com; just search 'kinks scattered').
Like a seed that is sewn
All the children are scattered
By a breeze that is blown
Now the crops are all scattered
We are torn, we are shattered
Now some of us are barmy and battered
And the fields where we gathered
Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
Through it all we were scattered
To the fields we are scattered
From the day we are born
To grow wild and sleep rough
Till from the earth we are torn
And a soul that is free
Can live on eternally
And the spirit can live on
Though it's scattered in the world beyond
And I've been out of my mind
Ever since she's been gone
I look around that empty room
No sight nor sound
She's left so soon
She's out of view
But the I find
Those scattered clues she left behind
A photograph with a smiling face
A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
I guess I'll never see her again
Now my life is all scattered
Ever since she's been gone
I feel older, I feel fatter
I feel the blues coming on
We get bruised
We get battered
But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered
And with emotional glue
We're gonna stick together, body and mind
Ever since she went away
I've been alone to contemplate
Time and space and why world's move
While sitting in my solitude
I've watched the stars and wondered why
They're scattered up there in the sky
And is she up there out of view
On some higher platitude
I wish I knew
Wish I could prove
The reason why this life on earth
Is scattered like the universe
I'm scattered here and scattered there
Bits of me scattered everywhere
To the fields we are scattered
Then from the dust we are born
We survive somewhat battered
To a new life, a new dawn
IN the end what will it matter
There'll only be my ashes to scatter
And all the logical answers
To a worrying mind
Will be scattered in time
Beaten and battered
To the earth you are scattered
You're going home so what does it matter
To an atomic mind
Scattered here while you travel time
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