Well, he isn't the Asian Prince. But Kumar Biswajit, whose fans call him simply Kumar Biswajit, is known to all Bangladeshis as one of our foremost rock singers, pop artist and playboy of international fame. He performed at the John M. Tobin Middle School at Cambridge, Massachusetts, today. He is on a tour of the USA, and will be playing Los Angeles, Dallas and New York before returning to Bangladesh to kick it raw style. Almost a hundred and fifty Bangladeshis of all shapes and colors (well, mostly brown) came to see his show, and all of us clapped to show our enthusiasm and appreciation. Every now and then the experience would be marred by the children of concertgoers (including Kumar's own son) running around but hey, that's the fuckin' price you pay for rock 'n' roll, and if you can't take the heat well tough luck, bunky.

Here's a picture of him from back in the day:


I was fortunate enough to get a copy of his new album, which is mainly new versions of his old songs. Here's a scan of the cover where, as you'll see, he's aged well:



I guess you want to hear what this dashing heartthrob sounds like, huh? Well, here's an mp3 (--aps of course) of one of his world-shaking hits, Tore Putuler Moto Kore Shajiye. It translates to I'm Gonna Dress You Up Like a Doll.

Kumar Biswajit - Tore Putuler Moto Kore Shajiye

But one song's never enough! Here's Roopshagore, a pop version of an old folk song:
Kumar Biswajit - Roopshagore

A true fan has bootlegs, and I, good fag, am a true fan. Here are two live songs. The first is Tore Putuler Moto Kore Shajiye, and the second is his hit from 1982, which was also used in the advertisement for Sword Razor Blades (one of our first color commercials!). It's called Tumi Roj Bikele, and the refrain goes:
Tumi roj bikele amar bagaane phul kurate asho
Janina tumi ki phul naki amakei beshi bhalobasho"
which translates to:
[i]You come to my garden every day to pick my flowers
But I don't know what you love more-- the flowers or me!

Tore Putuler Moto Kore Shajiye
Tumi Roj Bikele

I don't know how to use my camera well, so I apologize for the quality, but I couldn't resist taking a small video of him singing with a cowbell in one hand and a stick in the other.

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But that's not all! I took many, many pictures, and here they are:









I took a picture with the man:



as did my mother:



and some other people I don't know:



Some more pictures of his performance that came out insanely shitty but are worth it:









This final one's a table-breaker but it's also the best: