**A dedication to my musical idol. Happy Cambodian New Year, all!**


"The hero is known for achievements; the celebrity for well-knowns. The hero reveals the possibilities of human nature. The celebrity reveals the possibilities of the press and media. Celebrities are people who make news, but heroes are people who make history. Time makes heroes but dissolves celebrities"

~Daniel J. Boorstin







Pov Vannary
By Sage

I remember a time when i was sat, as a boy
Rather tacitly poised, on my dad's lap as he toyed ..
“You'll grow to gather these noise!” He’d ecstatically ploy,
The vinyl’s crisp sound, under whelmed by the class in her voice!
She made cater, like James Taylor, for my laughter and joy ..
As the trumpets thumped softly, Beneath this rapturous noise.
That was the point,
When I snapped up cassettes from my dad's favourite stash ..
Holding a great attachment,
To what each sixty-minute tape would capture!
Elated rapture, beamed from my face… The music... great as gold,
And this praise of soul …played a major case in my ways to grow!
Her pleasant, powerful poetry painting a picture of passion
pushing the pillage of tradition in peculiar fashion
securing sadness through soulful sound of starkest surmise
her strums offered a stroke of genious with the smartest of strides!
I’d remain secluded, In my bedroom where I played her music ..
And though I was too young to fully appreciate arrangements usage,
I found vocal piece, with the soulful reach of Pov Vannary smoothest ..
There was something special in her velvet voice that made it lucid!
For every gentle guitar strum, in my heart there’s a rhythm that plays ..
One that none other than melodies from this pretty Angel could tame.

This was the music I was raised on for the most part of my youth..
though constantly renewed, her re-do's, lol, hardly the TRUTH
what lies beneath the carbon copies were empty vessels of tunes
that sailed aimelssly, and painfully along expressionless croons
And though I kept an empty smile affixed to mask the grief -
There’s a certain comfort to be found in the vast relief...
Of knowing that, she's a part of our country's cultural past. But see...
We easily take things for granted in this path we seek
constantly trap in walls where the saddest acts could cast their marks
And the past form casts in the most obscure flash of dark...
memories. "That OLDIE ****'s wack, dawg!!" they would laugh and mock
it's kind of sad they disregard the past....but....nah, i'm not mad at all...
History repeats; when they trace BACKWARD they'll see how the craft was started
then understand that what they call "ARTIFACT"......was in FACT-A-"ART"
though she's no longer with us today, I still picture her face,
When I listen and play "Snaeh Ha, Snaeh Ha" in all it's picturesque grace
and when I play “Kromom Penh Snaeh”, i caught a glimpse of despair
A song about rushing...WAIT...SHHHH.....just listen...cause the reason is clear...

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