Well, I guess many others knew it, and I had to learn it the hard way: not much fun, his current style, musically or otherwise.
I do consider his remix of Elvis' Rubberneckin' (try and acquire the single for the 2003 album ELVIS 2ND TO NONE from BMG Music) one of the most enjoyable pieces in that league ever. Yet, the Friday night at Ministry of Sound could've been better. Danced? Sure. But the usual joy from the audio-visual, psycho-physical union of receiving and giving was replaced by a (rather strange, for the venue and occasion) flickering between introspection and outward observation. ...
Paul- come back! Back to the thing I KNOW you can do!
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Hidden crouching, tigers, dragons- another reason why I love TW
Saturday night, I was riding my Kymco Custom 150 and had stopped at the traffic lights, reading the volunteer traffic policeman certificate on the rear window of a pretty dilapidated taxi in front of me- a rare sight here that.
All of a sudden the taxi backed up closer next to me. The drivers window rolled down and I heard a voice (barely catching a glimpse of the guy in the dim lights of 光復南路): "Sir, you need to repair the ignition block." He'd hit the nail in the head. I'd been meaning to have it done, but never had the chance. The driver made sure he'd driven it home: "The ignition block. A second-hand, two hundred fifty," with accompanying gestures. "Thanks a lot!" was the only thing I was able to utter at that moment. He raised his hand, the window rolled up again, the lights turned green and we went our ways.
Like a Chinese doctor who can put you a diagnosis just by looking at your face-out of the blue, he had told me the problem, the medicine and even its price, in English clear as daylight. This is one of the million reasons I just love this place. All the hidden dragons, disguised as taxi drivers, street vendors, cleaning people- you don't always see them, but you know they are there by these spontaneous appearances just as this one, and it melts your heart.
All of a sudden the taxi backed up closer next to me. The drivers window rolled down and I heard a voice (barely catching a glimpse of the guy in the dim lights of 光復南路): "Sir, you need to repair the ignition block." He'd hit the nail in the head. I'd been meaning to have it done, but never had the chance. The driver made sure he'd driven it home: "The ignition block. A second-hand, two hundred fifty," with accompanying gestures. "Thanks a lot!" was the only thing I was able to utter at that moment. He raised his hand, the window rolled up again, the lights turned green and we went our ways.
Like a Chinese doctor who can put you a diagnosis just by looking at your face-out of the blue, he had told me the problem, the medicine and even its price, in English clear as daylight. This is one of the million reasons I just love this place. All the hidden dragons, disguised as taxi drivers, street vendors, cleaning people- you don't always see them, but you know they are there by these spontaneous appearances just as this one, and it melts your heart.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
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