It was listening to Stephen Colbert reminisce about Ric Ocasek and just how much the late musician and the music of the Cars had on his teenage life. How much Ocasek and his music lived with him through his college years and the sheer joy of being able to work with his hero. It was beyond Colbert being another fan boy. He personally knew Ric Ocasek, and so his recent passing hit home, heart and head. It certainly got into this head.
Below is something written on my Facebook page yesterday as something came to light about one of my songs.
Think about this: You write a song. It’s your art. Perhaps naively, you sign the Publishing Rights to a global music publishing house. Why sign it to them? Because they’re big and big is good and you think you might be the next Ed Sheeran. And then you hear- almost one year later- that the song has been sold to a client as a sync deal.
This is where I arrived by ship from Colombo at nine, was a stranger in a strange land called Hongkong, and thought nothing of living in a shoebox in North Point on the 27th floor with my parents, my aunt, uncle, cousin and grandmother.
This is where I took a Shaukiwan tram to Quarry Bay School, possibly the first “East Asian” to be accepted.
This is where I first faced racism- and beat that devil at his own game by being a good pupil- academically and in sports- if you call Rounders a sport.