Hip to the hop

FRIDAY 7 | At the headquarters of Tiny Toones, where artful graffiti adorns the walls, kids of sex workers, drug addicts, the violent and parents otherwise unable to cope come to immerse themselves in the head-spinning, beat-boy culture that was the first wave of hip hop. Founded by ‘KK’ (real name: Tuy Sobil) in 2005, the organisation is today based in a bustling Chba Ampov alleyway on the far side of Monivong Bridge and supports hundreds of youngsters. “The major change is how I feel,” says one boy clad in a Manchester United football shirt. “I’m more happy than I was before I came to Tiny Toones.” “My favourite is the singing and dancing,” volunteers another. “It has opened my eyes to different aspects of art, especially coming from foreign places. I understand more now.” One boy giggles. “I never believed I could be a superstar.” Says KK’s sidekick, Shhort: “I was born in 1980 so I grew up listening to the first rappers back in the day. To me, rap was a movement. That’s why I fell in love with rap music. It was people living in the ghettoes speaking their minds. People were uniting through hip hop back in the day, with Queen Latifah and all those people. There wasn’t no gangster rap back then. Back then it was the b-boy, unity, love approach. We’re trying to bring back that original love and unity aspect.” After the fundraising show, NYC’s DJ Spinbad and Sarah Love, the UK’s first lady of hip hop, will take the floor.

WHO: Tiny Toones
WHAT: Hip hop fundraiser
WHERE: Code Red, opposite NagaWorld, near Koh Pich Bridge
WHEN: 7pm March 7
WHY: If you’ve never seen tiny kids head-spinning and b-boying, the time is NOW

Feel the noize

FRIDAY 7 | Behold, the high priests of Phnom Penh punk: Psychotic Reactions, Sangvar Day and Stiff Little Punks 2 rekindle the chaos of the 1970s punk scene tonight in a new rock festival at Slur. Expect loud mouths, loud music and even louder motorcycles.

WHO: Psychotic Reactions, Sangvar Day and Stiff Little Punks 2
WHAT: Punk rock festival
WHERE: Slur, Street 172
WHEN: 9:30pm March 7
WHY: WHYTHE@&*%NOT?!

Laugh?

FRIDAY 7 | Graduates of acclaimed Irish stand-up Aidan Killian’s comedy crash course, the capital’s resident Funny People are staging another Phnom Penh Punchliners open mic tonight. Brace your ribs for wicked wise-cracks from local scene stalwarts plus some very special guests.

WHO: PP Punchliners
WHAT: Stand-up comedy open mic
WHERE: Equinox, #3a Street 278
WHEN: 9pm March 7
WHY: It’s the best medicine

Primates & pugilists

THURSDAY 6 | Violence and sensuality collide in the newest creation of noted choreographer Emmanuèle Phuon, who will join Kang Rithisal, executive director of Amrita Performing Arts, for informal discussions on contemporary Khmer dance at Java Cafe. Phoun is currently working on a new production based on the movements of traditional Khmer boxers and her dancers will give a five-minute preview of the current work. Additionally, Phoun will show video shorts of her previous performances –Khmeropedies I, II & III – and talk about the evolution of modern Khmer dance in general and her work in specific. Khmeropedies III: Source/Primate was a central part of last year’s Season of Cambodia festival in New York. K3 uses the movements and mannerisms of monkeys to reinvent the classical masked dance style known as lakhaon kaol. Phoun’s next production, based on movements within the boxing ring, is still in the early development stages, but already the flashes of grace that mesmerised audiences at the Guggenheim Museum are apparent.

WHO: Emmanuèle Phuon
WHAT: Contemporary Khmer dance
WHERE: Java Cafe, #56 Sihanouk Blvd.
WHEN: 6:30pm March 6
WHY: Get a sneak preview of Phuon’s next great piece

Here be Dragons

TUESDAY 4 | Armed with fire-breathing winged things, several shadow puppets and a video camera, Ernst Altmann, an artist from Berlin, and his filmmaker wife Bjela Proßowsky set out to discover similarities between the Old Continent and Asia – and uncovered a few peculiarities along the way. The couple chose dragons as their theme because the creatures exist in every culture. Legend has it that the lands of the Khmer originated from the Naga, a water dragon, something Cambodia’s sense of identity is still strongly connected to. While some youngsters scoff, dismissing winged fire-breathers as the stuff of childish fantasy, Ernst noticed they exhibit a certain shyness towards – almost a fear of – these fantastical beings, especially when talking about Neak Ta, a guardian spirit. Somehow, even under the surface, Cambodians still identify with it. “The dragon is the symbol of power of nature,” says Ernst. “It’s the human connection to his natural state. Europeans killed this bond, but in Cambodia it’s different. It’s a moment to say: ‘Hey, don’t forget that this is your power. It’s great that you have it. Don’t lose it.’”

WHO: Artist Ernst Altmann and filmmaker Bjela Proßowsky
WHAT: How To Talk To Dragons performance, exhibition and installation
WHERE: Meta House, #37 Sothearos Blvd.
WHEN: 7pm March 4
WHY: “I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?” – John Lennon

Mo Mo Mo

Street 258 is in one of the quieter backpacker neighbourhoods; filled with friendly shop fronts and guesthouses, just a few doors down from where it intersects with Sothearos. On the typical Phnom Penh awning, written in bold comic sans font, are the words ‘Kathmandu Kitchen’. Here is served Nepalese, Indian and Khmer fare.

What brought me here was a tip from a Canadian guy whose folks are from Punjab, and my big ears overhearing the word ‘Momo’. Momos are a Nepalese/Tibetan dumpling in the vein of the Polish perogi, the Central Asian mantoo, Italian ravioli or a mini empanada. Momos can either be steamed or fried and are filled with a range of savoury fillings.

Seeing the day I ate them was a Friday, the decision was made to go meatless. I also planned to order enough for a snack later in the evening or early morning: they are up there with a nice cold egg roll, but lighter; a treasure to find in your fridge after too much Klang. These little pockets of goodness did the trick as expected, like a Gurkha taking down a platoon of Talibs. I had mine fried, which is sometimes a gamble, though these came out  light enough that later that evening I suffered zero heartburn.

The sauce that came with the momos had a lovely, intricate spice that didn’t stare you down. I could hardly resist the beautiful colour and taste that the turmeric, garlic and a touch of ginger added. The portion was ample, at about nine pieces in a standard order for $3.75. The soup I ordered was another pleasant surprise: a delicately textured yellow lentil soup, a sincere and elegant addition to my stomach’s workload.

It’s in places like Kathmandu Kitchen one can find a nice reprieve as the afternoon heat creeps up and the desire not to move before sundown begins to hold steady. During these times of day it takes quite a bit to get me out from whatever fan I’m perched under. Air conditioners do very little for my mood; they’re temperamental, expensive and uncomfortable, and sitting under a good fan and drinking water is a delicious exercise in self-preservation.

Kathmandu Kitchen provided refreshing movement of air and slightly dimmed lighting that gave me a chance to eat while staring down the life-sized statue of some warrior across the street as men tried to move large bundles of laundry out of a medium-sized hotel. They kept almost bumping into his bronzed body with their heavy loads. The figure, though, had no comment on the feats of strength in front of him; he just held brave and static. It was dinner theatre at its best.

Inside the restaurant, green-and-red bunting danced in the fan along the top edge of the room. The walls are a cheerful yellow on the sides, while the walls in front and back are Pepto-Bismol pink. Kathmandu Kitchen brings a welcoming coolness on a hot day. Not a place to rush.

My afternoon chai masala ended my break. It was brought to my table quickly, a rich-thick dessert. Boiled like lava, its cool sugary skin the sign of a well-made cup – though not as spicy as some – there is again a surprisingly refreshing quality to what are normally quite heavy dishes. The restaurant has a few tables outside, perfect for evening people-watching, and the inside has a dignified charm that makes a unique location for a first date or unrushed lunch with a friend.

Kathmandu Kitchen, #13 Street 258; 

098 527120