Dhaka and my career as a backup singer
I’m in Dhaka, Bangladesh, where my underwear were made.
The people of Bangladesh are awesome. I have yet to catch one look or grimace that had any bad intent. There is indifference, disbelief, and joy, but no ill-will. No equivalent of “Go Home Gringo” exists.
Their willingness to help me, almost makes up for the complete lack of road signs. If I don’t know where I am or where I am going, I stop and ask somebody and soon a crowd forms, sometimes as many as 10 or 12 people. After a little deliberation, the crowd decides what it is exactly I’m saying and how I should proceed. If I think a taxi driver is sticking it to me, I just ask somebody on the street. If the cabbie is overcharging, he will soon be publicly berated.
I will be working with several local journalists on everything from where my underwear were made to exploring the sport of Kabbadi. I am in the process of having some interviews lined up with some Bangladeshi movie stars and, get this, a singer has asked me to be in his newest music video. I will be dressed like a Bangladeshi farmer and lip syncing all of the words. I’m sure I won’t stick out the least bit.
Tonight, I’m traveling by paddleboat to the village of Matlab where my friend Dalton grew up.
Sounds awesome! Try to work a little old school “coffee grinder” action into the music video.
Sweet glad everything is going good for you and I like Kyle idea “coffie grinder”
Keep it coming, wrrstie, this is good stuff.
Kels,
When you are lipsincing be wure to mouth “Hi Mom”. Randy says just say “watermelon” over and over when you don’t know the words.
Who knew fame would come to you as a backup singer in Bangladesh!
I haven’t heard anything for a few days about the video. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. You can bet I’ll be posting loads about it if it happens.