Kawehi singer biography

Just before Kawehi's show at The Hotel Café in Los Angeles, I basically meet the internet—or her corner of it, at least: Kawehi fans and followers and likers and tweeters and posters and, probably, thanks to Kickstarter, a few collaborators.

There was a dude with a man bun wearing checkerboard Vans and an off-white oversize floor-length quilted robe-coat thing standing adjacent to a six-foot-something tatted-up rocker guy with a ginger-red ponytail protruding from a hat that made me want to sing that Bon Jovi song from Young Guns II. He—super-tatted- and-tall Emilio Estevez—had the tightest red T-shirt I've ever seen on an adult male.

I for real wondered if it was a child's rash guard. You could see hip bones, and the hair below his belly button was fuzzing around in full view at pretty much eye level with the Korean grandma-in-law in the wheelchair to his right.

I know she was a grandma-in-law because I asked the lad