🐯 Welcome to the Jungle: The Official Den of Johnny (Tiger) Tai

One of my favorite jokes is that Chinese people are the only people Chinese people are racist against. And before anybody gets upset, relax. I’m Chinese,  I was born Chinese, I grew up Chinese, my parents are Chinese, my relatives are Chinese. I’ve spent over forty years dealing with Chinese people; I think I’ve earned the right to bitch :) The funny thing is that whenever I make this joke, every Chinese person within hearing distance immediately starts nodding and chuckling. Not cautiously, not politely—just full recognition, like I’ve just said something everybody already agreed on but nobody wanted to say out loud. Now I’m not saying Chinese people are uniquely terrible. Every culture has its own internal chaos. But there is something uniquely funny about how a Chinese person can walk into a room full of Chinese people and immediately find twenty-seven reasons to dislike the other Chinese people in that same room. In the video attached to this post, I go into the ...

I recently performed 《酒干倘卖无》, a song that has followed me for most of my life — whether I wanted it to or not. The video is embedded below, but before you press play, I want to talk about why this song still hurts, still matters, and still sits heavy in my chest every single time I sing it. Because this isn’t just a song. It’s a warning. It’s a guilt trip. It’s a love letter written too late. The Story Behind the Song 《酒干倘卖无》 comes from the 1983 Taiwanese film 《搭错车》 (Papa, Can You Hear Me Sing?), and its story is devastating in its quiet cruelty. The film tells the story of a mute, impoverished man who survives by collecting and selling empty bottles for recycling. One day, he finds an abandoned baby girl and raises her as his own. He cannot speak, but he understands the world deeply. He cannot express love with words, so he gives everything he has — his body, his labor, his dignity, his life. As they walk the streets together collecting bottles, a familiar call echoes throu...