This is a love song for you and me
On this cold cold winter night
Wish you are with me
So I pray and pray that soon you’ll be mine
and I’ll be yours for a long long time
Merry Christmas. Goodnight.
Sometimes, you need to stop doing other things.
And sing (or listen) only 小調.
容祖兒 - 牆紙 / Joey Yung - Wallpaper
She is my favourite musician from Hong Kong. This is my favourite song from her, it is called “I don’t have plans to shed a tear”. And yet there is a silent sigh between the jazzy notes, and a tinge of “f—k off i really don’t care” in Ivana’s melody and words.
王若琳 - 一生守候 / Joanna Wang - A life-time of waiting
It was one o’clock, the witching hour. Everybody was drunk. Some were in the primary stages where they can’t turn down another drink, others were at a point where everyone was their best friend. A few couldn’t stop dancing. But people were mostly just sprawled out wherever they fell. You were alternating somewhere between the two. I sat on the sofa chatting with my new best friends.
Despite the blaring music, the room seemed incredibly quiet. You stopped dancing, and sat on the floor with your back to the sofa and me. The blanket effect of alcohol finally eased my earlier self-consciousness of being the only non-dancing creature confined in this space.
You caught me looking and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that."
"There is glitter on your face." Not a lie. And you were shimmering.
Someone came back with more vodka. Everyone got up on their feet again. Not party-dancing. Not drunk-dancing. But Dancer-Dancing. I distracted myself with the vodka. When you asked me to dance. I went,
"No. I don’t know how to." Not a lie.
Even when inebriated, it was still intimidating to dance with a roomful of dancers. But you always have your way with me. And the drunk version of you is unstoppable. So, I tried to do my best imitation of a Dancing Person. The giddy awkwardness felt both adult and childish. Like skydiving.
A few weeks later, I made you a CD for your dance routines when you said you needed more Asian-ness in your repertoire. This was the first song on it.
(audio via fattying)
「 還記得去年夏天在L.A 的機場 」
I remember last summer, at the L.A airport.
It was seasonal chaos to be expected, but I missed my connecting flight from LAX to SFO. I had been dragging my backpack for the past 3 days to get out of South America; I had no capacity for airport-rage. Then it hit me that I might be missing my flight out of SFO, back to Hong Kong the next day. A new ticket would cost a bomb. But I was secretly glad.
It was late. I stood at United Airlines counter blankly, while a helpful staff tried to sort things out. I wrote her name down somewhere; I wanted to write her a commendation letter. At the telephone booths area, with the janitors quietly mopping in the background, I waited with one anxious Brazilian father, two Swedish backpackers. We were calling operators (probably operating from India) for discounted hotel rates. Globalisation.
We waited for a little while, made the obligatory traveler’s small talk, then the shuttle came to pick us up. The hotel lobby was cold and empty, I chatted briefly with the staff at the concierge while he was settling my check-in. His dark circles were worst than mine. I showered. There was nothing on TV but infomercials.
I sent you a message that I was in town. You were out, and showed up shortly in your soft red cardigan. We drove around looking for tacos. The tacos guy said excitedly that he was from Puebla when we were talking about Mexico. He was amazed that I could understand him despite my lousy Spanish, and gave us two more quesadillas.
Back in the car, you said you could drive me to SFO but we might end up dead because we were both too tired. The quesadilla was delicious. Then you stayed because it was late, "The bed is big!" and "This iPod dock sure looks luxurious!" You randomly clicked on a playlist while I pack, then this song started playing. I don’t believe in serendipity. This was just a 3MB out of 12GB coincidence.
We laid in the dark, in silence. "Is there something wrong with your foot?" I asked quietly. I remembered how you walked up to me at the lobby earlier, your gait was slow and purposeful. "I tore something." I could hear the hum of the AC. "Yeah. I don’t think I can dance for a while." The bed was big and soft, the iPod dock had fantastic sounds. I drifted in and out of sleep.
The next morning, we had the complementary breakfast at the hotel. You said, "Hotel breakfast is always so mediocre, but there’s something about it that you will always love. Probably a habit that stayed around since we were kids." I wondered if that was symbolic in any way.
As we waited for the shuttle to send me back to the airport, I saw a florist opening shop across the street. You were playing with your phone. I slipped away and got you a bunch of wild flowers. I wanted to say, "They are colourful and soft, like you." Instead, I said: "Just trying to get rid off my dollars."
The shuttle pulled into the waiting bay. Your hair tumbled past your brow in a wave of black, obscuring half of your face as you dipped slightly to pick up my backpack. You tucked your fringe behind one ear and said, "I don’t do sending offs to the airport. Take care." and pulled me in for a hug. I wish it didn’t have to end in this cinematic manner, but behind you, the morning sun had started to illuminate the horizon. ✈
還記得去年夏天在L.A 的機場 妳捧著一束鮮花清純的模樣
Sunset Boulevard, Santa Monica.
Above the City, around the highway. 妳就是我的天堂
Santa Barbara, Pasadena. 愛情的幻滅原來才是成長
Above the clouds, round the shadow. 迷失也是方向
The streets of L.A will always remind me of you. Perhaps, that’s the reason why this flimsy little demo, means so much to me.
[Note: Faye Wong rejected 旋木’s original track 戀曲L.A., citing “it was too sweet”. Somehow, someone wrote a new set of lyrics to the tune. She accepted it. The lyricist is the guy on the music video, the girl is really his girlfriend. He died from a muscular disorder, shortly after the song released. He was just 24.]
The only thing better than a Deserts Chang song, is Faye Wong singing a Deserts Chang song. Bootleg recorded during a Chengdu rehearsal. Wish she would perform it live one day.