Her anger had made its way to her music; my anger couldn’t find a home outside my own head.
To cope with pain, and prepare for parenthood, I had to learn how to breathe. To breathe, I needed more than air.
Vin closes his eyes and bares his soul, meaning each word of the song, and isn’t that the point? Vin never claimed to be a good singer.
This film is an opportunity to help rescue Fanny Mendelssohn from near-obscurity; and to do the same for me.
The release of "Infinity on High" marked the final moments of the mid-2000s, a time when collapse nested on the tongues of everyone in my universe but never made it out of their mouths.
Because it’s still more acceptable for white women than it is for women of color to show anger, I scream-sing along to Courtney Love’s rage.
It’s hard to negotiate how much of me is Filipino or American, but I realize this is only a question asked of me by people who seek clarity in their own definition of “American” identity.