The Love Song of Brett Anderson

Brett Anderson @ Hong Kong Convention & Exhibition Center 14.08.07

"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make our visit."

do you know what i mean? do you feel what i feel? the ambivalence inside.

I don't know if Jarvis Cocker will still sing the songs of his old band in his own concert, dance the same dance and strike the same pose. Brett Anderson would/will. Performing his "snake dance" during Everything Will Flow, clapping and jumping during Beautiful Ones, swinging his mic like a lasso, time and space have been mixed up if this is the year of 1995, 1999 or 2007. No. I shouldn't have such confusion. I know it too well that this is 2007, with brett unusually wrinkled.

"I grow old ... I grow old
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled"

This is for brett, and to be fair, for us too. we are at least 10 years older from the days when we were so young and listened to so young. Anthemic songs, nostalgic us, we and brett pretended that nothing has changed. Screamed and shouted for every suede's songs. It pained me to see the uncontrollable smile and the glow in his eyes whenever the crowd went crazy for any suede song. It reminds me of the Leeds Festival in 2005 which The Tears was the headliner next to Babyshambles (felt so chuffed), not surprisingly, half the tent had gone away after Babyshambles (felt so gutted). I can't help thinking if brett can only get such love and frenzy in Hong Kong only. Of course I was also the one who sang along and screamed a lot, not that i felt so nostalgic to have my solid gold karaoke, "ah - whatever makes you happy", i was pleased to do whatever made brett happy.

"Music & Lyrics" - it's a bit harsh to think of the movie, though you can't help it.

"Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.'”

No, that is not what I meant to associate the comedy with my beloved Mr Anderson. "That is not it, at all". I believe brett was also not meant to only drown in the past glory. Albeit the market and the critics both (unfairly) gave a cold shoulder to brett's solo album, to me it is very poignant and beautiful. Obviously those suede songs were crowd-pleasing but what I looking for was his new songs. The night was opened by the intro of More We Possess The Less We Own Of Ourselves (but sadly he didn't sing it), then followed by To The Winter. After the triumphant and anthemic By The Sea, the atmosphere suddenly turned beautifully bleak. That is my most favourite track, Colour of the Night. Yes, Brett has come back tell you all, his music is still brilliant. It is not Brett who does not move on. It is us the ones who drown only in the past glory of suede, in love only with the pretty fresh-faced brett, now close the ears and hearts, and refuse to accept the withered flower.


"but nobody saw any beauty in me"

note 1: i don't know why but people including me like to compare jarvis with brett, maybe they are both so english, so slim and tall, so 90's, but sadly only jarvis can survive.

note 2: i have recorded some tracks of the concert and intended to place them on You Tube, but not aware that most of the time i sang along with the songs, really ridiculous and horrible, i destroyed the whole beauty, so i decide to keep the clips to myself.

I don't care if Monday blue if Robert Smith is around

The Cure @ Asia-World Expo, Hong Kong 30.07.07

Still humming the songs of the cure!!!

Yeah! i've never expected i could have a chance to see their live, but I DID Have (see i'm still very high!). Was a bit late for the show (who would expect a show of a western band would begin at 8:15pm?) so when i entered the venue, Fascination Street was playing (oh no!!! Disintergration is my most favourite cure's album, can't forgive myself for missing any song of that album!!!) Used '7"99 sec to rush to the crowd, thought that i could enjoy the show then, but the security staff kept forbidding me from taking picture, phew!

I think the whole The Cure must be over 50 but they're still very much on top form, 3 hours non-stop played and sang (and didn't need to go to toilet though drinking beers continuously), some dickheads said they have passed their peak, missed a few beats, no keyboard caused fatality... fuck them! If they look for perfect tune then go home and listen to the albums instead. Don't ever go to see any live performance. I think their live was exciting and excellent, moments of flickering light with their music i really felt like i was under the influence of some chemical (or natural) substance, and that was great!


precious moment, intoxicated by music


all great band must be built on great friendship


oh what if i was really dizzy, i always saw robert smiled and looked at me sometimes

yes, let them know

This is the time when the decision is made
the truth shall be told
allegiance and betrayal
arrogance and egos
crashed and smashed
I wish
you will find someone better
I know
I deserve someone better

in oblivion, i walked to your door, everytime

Dirty Pretty Things @ Hackney Empire 14.07.07

a glimpse a click, i met carlos and his boys again. ask me why? i really have no idea. maybe i was stuck in the same cubicle for too long. maybe i was tired of waiting. should have scheduled the end of the year, but ... if not now, may even come to naught. for i am not able to have any future plan - for tomorrow, next month, not to say the year-end (and now i see my peter balloon flying away and disappear from my eyes).

victoria line was suspended, i had to walk from bethnal green to hackney, i supposed it's a short walk but it turned out to be endless. luckily the sky was still sunny at 9 pm. the venue got a very ridiculous massive name outside and to my relief, inside was not that rubbish. it's even sort of elegant!


see the stars above my head


and the stars shining ahead

numerous supporting acts, unimpressive except the fay wrays and lisa moorish, not that their music was better, just because of their connection that i would pay special attention to them. i never saw their live performance, both girls were a bit trying too hard... and hey, their sets were performed in the lower balcony, it's gimmicky but people at the upper balcony was actually impossible to see the performance, feel sorry for them.


families of the albioncrew

the intervals of canadian comedians were the most embarrassing performance i've ever seen, no one appreciated their jokes, they're horrible! (who brought them to the list?)

glasvegas .. they're alright for their music though a bit obsolete, all dpt fans tolerate them a bit though they're tolerable, but hope mcgee won't be so hard-sell anymore.

the paddingtons, the atmosphere turned better. people all rushed to the stage, yes, that's the beginning of the night.


so why so gay? no wonder he was chosen to help dpt

finally it's dirty pretty things, perhaps people had been waited for too long, we all jumped up and went crazy when chinese dog was played. carl looked quite wasted (because he would only make himself nice & pretty when peter was around). albeit my discontent about his look, that's the best dpt gig i've seen. it's the first time i saw carl really enjoy his time on stage since the libertines. no more painful or frustrated look (yes, i do think he looked grave and painful in the early stage of dpt), i even think he smiled a lot. all songs were played with extreme speed (that's the reason why he looked so wasted after a line of...) again, he used a strip to hide his libertine tatoo, i don't want to find out the reason behind. then came the special guest adam green (yeah!), he's so funny, said the next song was who's got the crack, of course those on stage wouldn't listen to him. the show ended with the ritual i get along, with tom paddingtons and the glasvegas together (and carl took off his clothes, that's the WHOLE point for i get along!!) a complete and satisfactory night!

not quite, once it's finished, i left to catch the night bus (hey it's hackney, don't stay too late), but oh no, i hate myself, i hate to find out later that there was an aftershow in the street, i should have stayed for a while, wandered aimlessly in the street, eyes staring to any door/windows to backstage, i should have re-lived my idiotic fangirl days.


carl, please change your hair style


adam, stan and carl

What makes a man a man

Marc Almond @ Shepherds Bush Empire 9 July 2007

Many years ago, one of my relatives has expressed her deepest concern for my appreciation of men who wear make-up or men who were very camp. This was the comment after she watched the MV A Lover Spurned of Marc Almond and i said how a fan i was. Of course she knew my appreciation of bowie, robert smith, moz and brett anderson, all were not very normal in the eyes of the locals. My taste has not changed much but I did not keep loyalty to Mr Almond for all these years. Mother Fist was excellent but later Fantastic Star - not like it, Tenement Symphony - a bit overrated, Open All Night and Stranger Things - even haven't got them (i know i should). My favourites remain to the age-old The Star We Are and Absinthe. The new album Stardom Road - very 70's and 80's cabaret-feel, old-fashioned and camp, no surprise Mr Almond wins my heart again.

The very night was Mr Almond's 50th birthday so the atmosphere was a bit sentimental, flowers and birthday song from the crowd, all made our lady shed a few tears, he even went to cry when talked about gene pitney. Heavy make-up with a tiny belly, he was right, he 'give you all a boy could give you' - how time flies, how cruel time is. Opened by Stardom Road, we then also went through each period of the stardom road of Mr Almond, Tears Run Rings, Jackie, The Days Of Pearly Spencer, What Makes A Man A Man, Heart On Snow and ended with the karaoke of Tainted Love and Say Hello And Wave Goodbye. A glorious return.


things became sentimental

I don't need a reason (cos' I have none)

A nice surprise to see The Ambassadors in Berwick Street

To breathe, relax, see gigs ... bunch of reasons that i can say but actually i don't need. This is purely impulsive, no thought and no plan. Probably in one of those long and boring office days (which makes people quite insane) with a single click of internet. My financial state remains in dire straits and may even jeopardise the plan in the year end. don't know/care.

This mirth is intolerable, but it is useless to resist. The demon has invaded you.


Climb to the top of Sacre Coeur - a bit challenging

keeping away the blue you know how hard i am trying

been a busy bee whole day. no time or mood for words playing.
i'm sailing away today.

this is rather depressing

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face

should be a good read if i can decipher the handwriting

shut your month and bend down low, story of french dog


long live the french dog!


"reverie" of prison


oh how sweet, though pretend to be indifferent

just what his mentor said in myspace

they will definitely reunion (n-times) again in Glastonbury
I hate myself and i want to fly.

why are you everywhere

i was doing my daily routine during the lunch hour, flicking through some travel guides in a bookshop, it was like if i was physically fixed to a place, my eyes and mind would still fly over to the moon (a temporary pain killer, sadly). i don't want to sound like an obsessive creep who thinks about and talks about someone something 24/7 but my pupils became wide and my heart pounced and screaming "what the heck" when i saw the sentence about pd's performance of heroin act, wee bit mentioning of rhythm factory, come on, i was reading lonely planet. onipresent my dear. before they turn each other on, they already turn the world on.

wish him a bit slimer

the geminis i know are mostly cunning, or you may say they're clever, strongly adaptable, conceited, normally i never have much liking to them, but then, i never say never say never again.
Bon anniversaire monsieur barat.
by the way, cunning means sly or, attractive.

Thought for today

O, woe is me
To have seen what I have seen
see what I see

quick note of my thought

Ex-Big Sister treated us small potatos and those no-longer-small-potatos for a dinner. It's always a pleasure to have dinner with the old folks. ex-big sis was as cool as usual, very workaholic and fastidious (still), that's why she's so successful in career, i was never directly under her so i was not as close to her like some of my other ex-colleagues. worse, i was incompetent in her eyes (well this is a fact) cos' i was always so careless and procrastinating. but i think if i was not her colleague, i may be a friend of her cos' i found she was an interesting person and very pleasant (a good boss indeed and it's very rare for a female). other old folks - well, they looked great, achieved much in terms of family life and career, good! me - still under-acheive in all terms, well, fate is decided by character, so i can never change. hmm, i think every child must have dreamt that they would be somebody one day, be a scientist, astronomer, or earn lots of money in whatsoever career ... yes, all i just said was what i thought when i was a child. dream crushed and reality bites. my childhood self must felt so disappointed had she known her future self.

present job is disgusting if not pathetic, women in office always piss me off. been gather together to "discuss" why did i become so fat recently, why did i have so many ances recently, advice and teasing, it's hard to tell.

decision can be quick, just a glimpse, just a click, i need a break.

the readers are even more useless

So it is not as if you are being ripped off. It is only if you are willing to be ripped off.
no matter just a small sticker or a so-called blood painting (in fact just a piece of low-quality paper with a bloody painting), i fall for it everytime. spent 5 minutes to complete an issue, just wasted $45 again.

feeling pissed

it sucks as usual
but i sometimes forgot
parasite and paralysis
i cant tell the difference
wish could be sham and lame want to throw up i'm turning to be a toad don't want to be but i will




i, either/or:
problem in soul/
too arrogant/

misanthropic

yeah yeah yeahs

Oh Brett will come to Hong Kong!
Mark the date:

Tues 14th August Convention Centre, Hong Kong

mirror mirror on the wall ...

passed by the park/zoo behind my office, i caught an uncanny reflection -

hey, is that me in the office?


trapped inside, bored to death

don't laugh, you look the same.



So I roar
and I groan
no one hear
and no one hurt

It's cruel to be told to the face

That is what I call "clairvoyant". How does it know?

I was so slow to the whole You Tube things. If it was not my boss who forced me to make an account (to find out if there is any unauthorised use of music, phew), i won't own one, and of course now i have to hide myself from all the colleagues.

sometimes i need hideous tricks on the brain

When I feel myself too miserable or pathetic, but I still cling to this mere existence, I have to find a way, find a way ... (to where)

I expect my whole life will be spent under strong sedation.




Today I found a way, I found Moz. That is so hilarious. No wonder he's my demi-god. Moz with Marr ... yes, another break-up couple we don't want to believe.

Not waving but drowning

this city is so keen to progress
all trace of its past has to be eliminated
or at least for those days under the union jack
deconstruct and rearrange


Borrowed time, borrowed pier - Queen's Pier


Close down. Full stop. End of.

so that is what askew means

They used to be just like me and you
They used to be sweet little boys
But something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy

a song delicated to the much talk about korean guy in virginia tech and that policeman in hk.

what makes a man to be a killer? they're surely cruel, atrocious and selfish, but none of them are happy. it's evil. for the killers, or the persons/things that made the killers.

i'm thinking of Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment, Martin in The Damned, Simone in Rocco and His Brothers. yes, too much Luchino Visconti recently, my head is filled up with grotesque scenes and Helmut Berger!!!

deja vu

So, history repeats itself.


of course my passion was much more intense and frenetic for the freedom gig in tap n' tin. almost feel like a salvation. the Second Coming.

this time, i was purely glad.

how come they didn't share the mic anymore? yes, there was eyes contact, whispering and joking but ... but where is the sense of intimacy? their physical proximity was still a bit too far if compare to the so-called good old days

Seven Deadly Sins was so hilarious!

oh it's real (or not?)

shit, how i want to be in london now, it's so easy to go to their gig!

Bulletin of myspace secret show:
MySpace Secret Shows is excited to announce that BABYSHAMBLES will play the next Secret Show as part of London’s Camden Crawl this month! Only the band’s MySpace friends will be able to gain entry to the show.

To be in with a chance of getting on to the list for the gig, ticketholders to the Camden Crawl should sign up to the Secret Shows profile at myspace.com/secretshowsuk, and to the Babyshambles profile at myspace.com/babyshamblesofficial, and put both profiles in their MySpace ‘Top 8’ friends.

Fans then need to show a print out of their MySpace profile to staff at the Camden Crawl ticket exchange when picking up wristbands for the festival. Entry to the gig will be on a first come first served basis.

Details are as follows:

DATE: April 19th

TIME: 3pm

LOCATION: SECRET LOCATION in CAMDEN, LONDON

Make sure you become a friend of /secretshowsuk and check back soon for more info!

He is the colour of the night

He has been condemned to being an obsolete britpop figure. While jarvis and damon remain relevant to the current music scene, all trends-setting authorities have dismissed him as someone who has passed his prime. Ironically a Fallen Idol - a common destiny of the aged prima donna. He does not have any clever or profound things to say, nor does he have any humourous remarks to the daily life or sarcastic observation to declare.... no, all you hear is the words about his own little world - a modern world full of plastic people, a bit lonely, grey, cold and melancholic. He is not whinging. He does not like to whinge. He is just stating the fact of life, nonchalantly, maybe he is just calmly accepting his pain / fate.

Lyrics. Everyone said he lost his magic power. No more gimmick like "he's my insatiable one .. and he wants my inflatable one". Recurring themes and repeating words for all his albums - plastic people, litter in the street, a child within, rain, winter or wind (and of course drug and sex), but anyone reckon that this is exactly his world and he is just telling you the only things in his bleak and unloved world? Numerous reference to sex - symphony of flesh, universe of bliss, not for celebration, it is just something to pass time, an antidote to pain. Ennui? Yes, that is his state of mind (and we all are). Song For My Father - body and words become sand once you go, and one day we all shall go, it's the eternal nothingness or the absolute liberty. Drug? I can see this man is still obsessed by it. It can't be more explicit in Dust and Rain. Talk about recurring theme, is it Pain the subject? "If you're gone I'll carry on but deep inside I'll give my heart to the winter. If you leave I'll take this blade and carve your name into my ugliness." (To The Winter) gosh, I do think it was beautifully written. Lost his magic power? Do people really look into the words?

Music. I think it's grandiose and simple (in a nice sense) at the same time. Colour of the Night and More We Possess The Less We Own Of Ourselves are my two most favourites in the whole album. They both remind me of other favourite songs or music, the former - kate st. john, the latter - the soundtrack of Double Life of Veronique.

Used to be an androgynous glam boy, now the aged diva. Still my dear Brett Anderson.


Brett Anderson - Brett Anderson
(oh the strings was played by The Dirty Pretty Strings, ha!)

My own private library

I should have put it in my own albion but I don't have any impulse to update it anymore. So i put it here, when i still remember, still bother. Well, i may update it to my site one day, who knows, but not now. The site was dedicated to that one and only band. Yes, i'm still fond of its subsequent subdivisions but nothing compare to the east london pub band, and frankly I even do not want them to reunion. Time cannot be turned back to 2002 which i consider as their heyday - bound by intense love, ideas and songs, lived in poverty and poetry, typical bohemian, absolute beautiful. The band shall stay intact in my heart (no matter what the subdivisions become) and my site shall accordingly also stay intact on the net (series of pretext for my own laziness).

The shambolic minstrel (or scoundrel some may say) is extra-ordinarily well-read. There are numerous cultural, geographical or literature references in the song titles, or it's pure coincidence, am i just thinking too much?

A Fool There Was - a film starring the mysterious Theda Bara, story of femme fatale, how a decent moral man got corrupted by a dangerous woman and err... took his road to ruin. The film was actually based on a play by Porter Emerson Browne.

Charming Theda Bara in A Fool There Was

A'Rebours - Against Nature, by J. K. Huysmans

Albion - Blake's painting of Albion

Albion as England - A Little Boy Lost, again, by William Blake, Curse of Minerva by Lord Byron and ... err England Is Mine: Pop Life In Albion from Wilde to Goldie by Michael Bracewell

Arbeit Macht Frei - Work is Freedom

Arcady - Eclogues by Virgil

Back From The Dead - it's a horror film! (well, you know it just by the name)

Boys In The Band - The Boys In the Band, gay film in 1970 (very indicative)


Killamangiro - kill a man for giro, well, everyone knows it, but why did he put the words together? I wonder if it's because of the highest mountain in Africa. Mountain Kilimanjaro, ha!


Lady Don't Fall Backwards - by Joan Le Mesurier. Joan Le Mesurier was the wife of actor John Le Mesurier, best friend of Tony Hancock and ... (very complicated) Joan and Hancock had an affair but John forgave them both ...
...err, actually, it first appeared in here:



a book written by Darcy Sarto? ha!


Love On The Dole - by Walter Greenwood

Lust Of The Libertines - by The Marquis de Sade

Mocking Bird - obviously, To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee

My Darling Clementine - a Western film starring Henry Fonda

Radio America - probably you'll never hear any The Libertines on this station

Road To Ruin - by Ramones

Sally Brown - no need to be introduced

I like her brother Charlie more cos' he's the natural born loser like me

Tell The King - "Tell the king the sky is falling!" well, two of my most favourite bands made reference to the old english fable

That Bowery Song - The Bowery of NYC (where he met the dealer, brought him to hotel room, being late to the gig and things started to turn sour)

The Boy Looked at Johnny - by Julie Burchill and Tony Parsons

Hey, it's johnny rotten, of course not johnny borrell!

The Ha Ha Wall - the hidden wall to divide places. These walls are invisible from the house to ensure a beautiful garden view. These walls are not funny, ha-ha is just the exclamation of people who discovered those walls.

The Man Who Would Be King - by Rudyard Kipling

Through The Looking Glass - by Lewis Carroll

Vertigo -

a film by Hitchcock, or the record label?

What Katie Did - What Katy Did by Susan Coolidge. The song of course has nothing to do with this children's book. I think the song has made more reference to There She Goes by The La's.

What Became Of The Likely Lads - Whatever Happened To The Likely Lads, that's The Likely Lads series in the 70's, you may still find it in hmv.

*Edit on 27 Mar 2007:
I've just read this week nme, oh, what a coincidence! It talks about reference behind songs, err, of course mine is more complete than that hype champion magazine (smug again^^) But yes, i have to add : The Narcissist - by ancient Greek myth and Picture of Dorian Gray by Wilde

staleness

Should I opt for normality or perversity sobriety or insanity things get difficult when normality and perversity are all within this f__king banality

12 march became so special since i've known you

happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday happy birthday
happy birthday to you

i blow out the candles, make the wish
eat the cake on your behalf
this day should be filled with love and friendship
poetry, kisses and hug.

happy birthday, stranger
happy birthday, dear

My Plug-in Baby

3 march 2007 - Muse Live @ Asia-World Expo, Hong Kong

Supermassive Black Hole?
No, it's supermassive karaoke.
From the 1st to the last, even if i couldn't remember the name of the tracks, i could still sing along (and re-create the lyrics instantly), so u know how many hit songs muse have, or it just reminded me how i used to love them (too many lovers, err... i mean too many favourite bands, too little time, i sometimes forgot some of my love)


army of muse, also massive


oh how matt bellamy looks like brett anderson


the dark prince

What is your number?

Mine is 4.

A thursday's child.
The fourth of the four children.
Type 4 of Enneagram.

My sister was so excited about that programme of Enneagram on tvb last Sunday. She revealed that she once had taken a course to analyse herself and she was the Perfectionist Type One. No wonder. Dogmatic, self-righteous, condemnatory and quick to find fault of others, i know she's "the One" even if she didn't tell me.

Generally (or I don't know if it's just me), we are surrounded by :

Type One (aka Reformer/Perfectionist), for their principled, orderly and self-disciplined, they always perform well in their career and they are always your bosses;

Type Three (aka Motivator), pragmatic, adaptable, ambitious, image-conscious, they are always your colleagues who are the bloody attention-seekers but your boss likes them anyway; and

Type Six (aka Loyalist), stable, conformist and defensive, they are always your faceless colleagues;

Type Eight (aka Leader), self-explanatory, this must be your big boss, self-confident, decisive, ruthless, dictatorial;

Type Two (aka Helper), self-explanatory, kind, caring, generous, I think my mother, your mother, everyone's mother is Type Two ... oh mother, you are so manipulative and possessive and stifled me in the name of love.

Other types which I don't always come across:

Type Seven (aka Generalist), what is generalist? all-round person? they are enthusiastic, extroverted, joyous and search for new experience, should be a fun person but sadly, most people I know are those crashing bores Type 1, 3, and 8 or the depressive low life like me.

Type Nine (aka Peacemaker), friendly and accepting, but sometimes passive and repressed. The people I know mostly are aggressive and cantankerous, i can hardly remember any peacemaker in my life.

Meeeself, I read a lot about Enneagram a few years ago for I felt so confused in my career life. Doing numerous tests, no change of result. I am the hopeless Type 4 with the wing of Type 5. I scored zero or even negative in Type 8 and Type 1 (these two Types have the most successful career, so u know how disastrous my career life was/is). Type 4, aka the Romantic. Type 5, aka the Thinker. I won't boast of the attractive traits of these two Types cos' I have none, but I probably have all the weaknesses (how unhealthy). Misfit, outcast, impractical, unproductive, evasive, reclusive, isolated, eccentric, abuse in alcohol and drugs, suicidal.

Enneagram is quite accurate in my two pennies.
Simple test

Wish You Were Here

Dark Side of the Moon, the album which I was forced to listen when I was just three or four years old, for my brother used to scare me by the heartbeat sound and the strange man laughing therein. This was a Japanese Release with the chinese words "狂氣" on the side note of the vinyl. As a kid of course i feel so nervous of the band I thought was called 狂氣. When I grew up, this scary album becomes one of my all time favourite (and i will never return this vinyl to the owner cos' i believe it must be worth a bit now).

Dark Side of the Moon Tour, probably the event once in a lifetime. It doesn't matter if you call it a Pink Floyd live or just Roger Waters. It's the music that matters. But if you have to compare the Pink Floyd led by Gilmour minus Waters and the Pink Floyd with only Waters, (I actually shouldn't make the comparison cos' I only saw the former in the Pulse) I feel the performance of the latter is more poignant and direct. It's stunning to feel/watch the whole set of Dark Side of the Moon, but my favourite moment was Shine On You Crazy Diamond - the emotion was actually too much to bear when you heard the lyrics with the image of Syd Barrett. Of course the set of The Wall was impressively nihilistic. From teenagers to some 50 something middle age group, all shouted that you-know-what anti-establishment slogan. It's almost ecstatic and euphoric. As a human we all love to rebel and destroy.


The pig does fly - 你可以重寫歷史,但不能改變它


"Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way" oh yeah, that's why I think I'm quite English


There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark.


The child is grown, The dream is gone.


Roger, an old man now


you painter, you piper, you prisoner


Requiem for syd

My own Proust's experience

Like a lightning in the dark, memories always catch you in a most
unprepared way, skip before you grasp. That is why people honoured memories as Ghosts, it's not you found them, it's they who caught and haunted you.

I walked to the pier humming that tune again, felt so frustrated as I couldn't remember the name. The only thing I know is that I used to love the song. Frustration symptoms lasted for a few days when I walked passed the pier until the ghost revealed itself. The song was called Love Letters. (phew, i don't believe i fall for that sin of banality, so it's definitely not the spell/curse of February 14). Rushed back to home to dig out the soundtrack of Blue Velvet.

A few notes of music bring the overwhelming impression of the past. I was shocked I forgot how pretty Isabella Roasellini and Kyle MacLachlan were, I was shocked I forgot the beauty of the film, violence blend with tenderness (typical David Lynch), I was shocked the film was released in 1986. Maybe I just feel a bit melancholic for the time passed.

In 1986, where were you? what were you doing? I was too young to go to see this category III film in cinema, but I was definitely shaped by abundant abnormal aesthetics.

give me more MAdnEss

sO eNougH meDIA hYpe for KLAXONS. bUT i must say HOw i adore their offical dEbTe album. "*** MyThS*** is SITTing On The BIG chAIr aT NumBEr ///////// O.N.E" it's not R,i,D,i,C,u.l.O,u.s at all. t
urn the volume to the maximum, finding tranquility in the sheer frenzy


klaxons - Myths of the Near Future

Busy without cause

Isn't that we call it 無事忙? My chinese is so bad that I may misunderstand the true meaning.

Busy for family issue, i'm not going to let all to see the wounds here but i do feel tired and sometimes disgusting, i want to disappear in somewhere unknown (but then i will be very irresponsible, u know, blood is fucking thicker than water so and so).

I was thinking about money recently. I am the person who is indifferent to it (am I being pretentious or ignorant to the fact) anyway that's what I think what I am but my stand was being challenged and ...

Yes, I am looking for a new job with better pay. Actually I do not know what is the standard "price" for a lawyer. "Your request is too low, you can request the double of your salary" haha, is it true or what? That's come from one of those big corporation... but i really do not like their attitude of "make your office as your battlefield everyday". used to be lazy and mediocre, I think I should be content with living in poverty while being lazy.

Routine work:
It's not a bad job(?), i think some people may even love my job, if you are a canton-pop lover. Licensee meeting, greetings and awards-giving, the chick of my department kept urging me to take photos of justin and leon koo, phew~ I'd rather shooting the cute birds.


Girl J(2)


Girl J(1)


Girl F


Band Z (let's clap for Vocals Chou for his having a red tonic, actually feel shit about it - no! I believe I'm the first to have it in Hong Kong, i've never wore it, now everyone have it, i know i'm idiotic to think this way)

Angels

They were so sweet.


J'aime ce bebe.

Picnic by the motorway, not

Taking the de botton's lesson again in the time of broke, let's go to the lavender garden near my home!

Well my home is actually very close to the border, I think it only takes about 30 minutes to Shenzhen, much closer than my office in Central. Anyone who knows me well must feel sad for me - for I've got a serious phobia for the middle kingdom (ok no political talk here). Don't feel bad for me, cos' the proximity to the border has no relation to the "feel" of this place. Comparatively speaking, it is one of the sparsely populated area in Hong Kong, which i feel so great as an autistic person. With assistance of a little bit imagination, I have a little tour to the lavender field in Hokkaido or even Provence (Paranoia!)


something looked like lavender


a bee drowned in the flower


idling all the day, so u want to be a cat or a human being?

Fitter, healthier and more ...

First post of 2007. I wish everyone safe and minted.

New year resolution. Why do we have to think about it in every January?

Learn a foreign language, read more books, change the job .... the list goes on. That reminds me of the plan for summer holidays when I was very young (and only at that age I tried to be good and pleasant). I used to draw up plans for my summer holidays and thought that I could finish all homework within the first week and then go fulfilling the plan (and the plan was, like others' new year resolution - learn swimming, learn a foreign language, practise drawing and calligraphy (ha, it's true, I once wrote down drawing and writing in my plan, hopeless)...). Well, plan was made just to show how it fell through. Every summer holidays, I just idled away and could only finish the homework at the last day of the holidays. I hate to plan now. It just strengthens the sense of failure. So, look at my New Year's Resolution of 2006, I couldn't achieve any, that's no surprise.

I decide to make the easier ones (or I should say the ones that please me most):

1. Drink more.
2. Take more _________.
3. Go to A again. (2 & 3 maybe corelated)